The goblins guarding the gates to the Underworld involuntarily tense up, sensing the arrival of the dungeon master. The noble aura that Ramiel spread around him was overwhelming and suffocating.
Rascal turned on his heel toward where he sensed Ramiel's presumed presence. The huge blade of his sword immediately came to rest embedded in the ground in front of him, and both hands clenched on the wooden and worn handle.
The goblin lowered his chin and stuck his gaze to the ground.
" Greetings, Master! " - The goblin chief's harsh and unpleasant to-the-ear voice dispersed the prevailing silence.
Rascal greeted Ramiel in a manner unique to him. In part, Ramiel had forced it upon him. Literally quoting his words.
" I will rip your balls out by the roots, Rascal if you don't find another way to show me respect. " Ramiel could be very persuasive when he wanted to.
