♦️🔸 Lord Ghirahim 🔸♦️

ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘʀᴇsɪᴅᴇs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜɪs ʟᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴜᴘᴏɴ, ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʀfᴀᴄᴇ. #MVRP #LOZRP

“I am well.” He floats over her, arms crossed as he watched upside down. “And you, goddess? I’m shocked you’re doing such menial human tasks. Especially for someone like me.”

“Hmm…” He dips a clawed finger into the pot then pulls it out to taste. “Could use some salt.”

Blink blink. “Can you? Hm. Fine, go ahead then. Make me something!”

“Master! Do not sully your hands for me! Although…a meal made by you would be exquisite. I must resist!” Ghirahim seems too excited about potentially having his Master’s cooking to notice such a threatening tone.

“Ugh, I’m starving. I might be made of steel but I still get hungry from time to time!”

“Mm. Careful now, you might hurt someone with her.” He giggled, watching the other’s hand on the master sword.

“I truly cannot! I am very impatient.”

Ah! I must get polished and sharpened! Can’t go around looking like a dullard!

🤺

My wonderful, most powerful, most magnificent, ever radiant, terrifyingly awe inspiring Master! Hello.

I cannot wait to be wielded once more.

🧍‍♂️

So back.

Something something we are so back

“Is that such a problem? It means I love myself!” He laughs. “Anyways, I’m off to kill! Feel free to watch, listen, and bathe in the blood leftover!”