UNKNOWN POV
"Silly boy! Why did he have to let his carnal desires bring his death?!" I shout as I slam my fist on the armrest of my throne made with black obsidian stones and gold.
"Master, I heard your voice has something happened sire?" I close my eyes as I try to let the anger within me sizzle into nothing, I look at Spiff who ran into my throne room as he claims to not know what I had just felt.
"Spiff do you mean to tell me that you do not know that my puppet had gotten himself killed? Hmm?" I wait silently for him to dare lie to me.
As usual, he begins to shake like a palm leaf when a little breeze blows, and to that, I roll my eyes as I sit there beginning to get bored of his silence.
"Sire..." I lift my hand telling him to stay silent because I just know he might say something that will anger me and I will kill him and he is much too useful for me to kill him.
