Emperor Typhlosion

He sat on his throne,drinking from his holy chalice. His flames burned a ash gray while his eyes reflected the helmet he bore. He watched over his kingdom with pride. He was an Emperor,and a great one at that too. His cape soar behind him. The only light that had every touched his body was the lights of battle torches and gleaming swords. His armor was made out of his many victories. His helmet was crafted from the Haxorous known as a brutal leader. His sleeves were made of the Empoleon he had conquered over fifteen years ago. His scars are all he has of the horrible moments of war. Many of his men were lost,while others still stood by his side. He sighed longingly,his eyes closing. He swirled the liquid in his chalice before taking a sip again. "We haven't had action in awhile. Do you believe we're at the top of the chain?" He opened his left eye,glaring at an Flaffy beside him. She bore armor too,but was rather more elegant then any others. "No,not at all. They should be recruiting I believe,if so. Emperor,do you believe that your the fairest of them all?" She opened one of her blue,sparkling eyes towards the Typhlosion. His head withdrew as he heard her question,thinking. "No,I believe not. Fairness is not necessary unless needed." he responded rather knowingly. The Flaffy closed her eyes,her chin raising as she huffed. "What ever you say,your highness." she replied. He put his Chalice down,his hands resting on the golden throne under him. His mind rewound her question over and over again. Was it a necessary trait in a king? No,power was. Power.. Yes that was it. He smiled at the thought,his fangs showing as they tinted with a crimson coloring. Time for another sacrifice..