The blank black stare of Xanaros swung slowly back and forth between the gods and goddesses gathered on Edenia. Long black claws clattered in a gesture of impatience on its bony knees, a sound like spider legs on stone. It listened to their claims and their grievances, their quarrels and their pride. Disgust and despair radiated off of the King in palpable waves; flowers and blades of grass turned monochromatic around it. After a while, it rose, and dramatically dusted off the dirt and dead plants off its legs. A brittle voice, dripping with loathing, came from everywhere and nowhere.

[i]"I am the God of Nothing. It seems...unfitting for me to 'claim' one of these 'domains.' If nobody else does, I will claim the Domain of Destruction. Not that I care."[/i]