Oneiros' head remained lowered, his body trembling from pure frustration, his teeth gritting in rage, his eyes flickering in indignation, and his arms clenched into a tight hold.
Held in such a tight squeeze that the Void Chief's blood started to drip slowly out of his clasped palms.
All these malevolent actions were in full, fueled by the immeasurable amount of resentment his heart bore against the two annoying Tricksters that now stood before him, smiling mockingly at his presence.
'How… how did they get past those doors?!' Oneiros took a peek at his adversaries; a man in a purple suit, a strange boy bearing a perplexing trait and a napping rabbit.
How these bunch of jokes managed to cause him even a slight headache were the thoughts of the prideful Void beast.
'The boy will be taken care of soon, I need not think more of the dead.' His eyes gleamed in a red menacing glint, before immediately whistling towards the guest of honor.
