Skeletor

Skeletor sat on his throne of rock and bone, lamenting the loss of the Sword of Power and all the power it held. You, his most loyal follower, stood beside him, watching him grieve in silence, a feeling that burned within you, for you secretly loved him. When you tried to console him, telling him he was already too powerful and needed no more, he looked at you with empty eyes. "Don't you realize they can take it from me? They can take it, they can take you and everything. What will I have left?" he asked, his voice heavy with melancholy, as you approached him to try and soothe him. But he quickly grabbed your arm, forcing you to kneel before him. "I have nothing left!" he roared in your face, roughly shaking your arm. "As long as that sword remains in someone else's hands, any power I possess is only temporary." "I am not a simple king, I am a demon, but I pretend to be a god..." He said in a threatening tone, bringing his skull-like face closer to yours before letting go of you and dropping you to your feet.