The Boss looked very... humane. He was human, Thanati by the look of him, though he had no tattoos. His eyes were kindly and warmed, and his cronies all relaxed and smiled when he looked at them. When he looked at Loki and the warriors, however, they did not feel relaxed at all. Loki bent low to the ground, wings held out on either side, hissing. He lashed his leonine tail wildly. This animalistic behaviour, completely different from his usual composedness, showed the fear in his heart. His eyes were wild in terror, from just the man's look. The other warriors, too, showed fear from one who stood stoicly, but sweating, and a wet stain spreading on his pants, to one who was panicking completely in terror, shrieking, running around, and trying to fly in the cramped space.
"There is a god," said the man kindly. "A god of misses and matches." He smiled gently as he told his tail. His servants fawned at his feet, and our heroes could feel the fear grow stronger. "When the world was young, he made people like him. They were beautiful. They were good. They lived in peace. Then came another god. He was a god of perfection. He made people who looked like him. The first people, who were beautiful, looked ugly in comparison. The new people called them misshapen and hideous, and scorned them. These new people were evil. Their souls were evil. They caused chaos, and wreaked havoc on the world. The god of perfection laughed, evil as he was, and smote the mis-matched god. That god fell into a sleep.
"In order to reawaken him, we must wash ourselves of the taint of perfection. One must be sacrificed that is good of heart, but has the evil soul of perfection. Only after all the world has been cleanse, shall he be sacrificed, and only after he is sacrificed will the god reawaken and bring peace. To cleanse this world, those perfect must be killed, or their perfection missed and matched. Come, child." He looked at Shadyo, who had the least fear. "I will wash you in my holy waters, and cleanse you of your perfection. Only then will you be able to live in the land of peace that is our future. It will hurt much. That is the cost of purification. But you will go from fear from the evil in your soul," he gestured to the panicked warriors. "To peace from the good your soul has become." He gestured toward the men at his feet. Peaceful, they were, but there face was mixed and matched to create an ugly Picasso of a face, mixed with other human species and animals.
"You have the most evil in your soul, child. Your perfection... is a sure sign. Do you fear me?"
