There was a distinct sense of... Not awe, evidently. Being prince of the underworld, he had seen arguably the most magnificent palace in all existence. The Grand Duke's Palace, considered by some to be the most magnificent palace in world, barely even warranted the raise of one of his furry eyebrows. And it was this attitude the black draped prince kept while he wandered the halls of the palace at midnight, uninvited, and undetected. It wouldn't stay that way long at all.
With a grin a mile wide on his vulpine face, Jy'aad took his scythes out, and pressed them against the marble floor, causing a noise akin to a nail being rubbed on a chalkboard. He didn't care that he was scarring the floors of some king's palace, or his own ears... He just loved causing troubled for mortal nobility.