Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28856385-20170225180111/@comment-26426764-20170303000156

The Father giggled and clapped his hands in anticipation, ushered inside by Günter so he didn't die if Ebott's defenses were to fail. "Look at what's happening, Günter! Everything I've ever worked for is finally coming into light!" He couldn't keep still and was constantly moving around, filled with nothing but absolute glee at this point.

Günter nodded, "Yes, sir. The Demons have done well in our previous few endeavours, but are you sure Ebott will be able to stop a missle?"

"Of course, Günter! Not even the mighty Richter could harm Ebott without damaging his heart first - and that's the entire reason why they had to seal him away in the first place!"

"Right. Apologies, sir."

"After we have inevitably defended ourseleves, prepare another speech! Today will be a day of partying and joy - And then death! Lots of death! The Filth will- Oh, it doesn't matter! Let's enjoy ourselves!" He wandered back into the former throne room of King Asgore and sat on the throne like the king he would have been had Ymir not destroyed everything for him so long ago, he grinned and leaned on his arm - Simply staring forward as the thoughts of all the upcoming victories passed through his mind.

Günter stood next to him like a loyal knight to his king. It was finally happening... The rise of the Demon Empire was iminent.