Power

A loud bang shakes your apartment door, as if someone had tried to break it down… or as if a rabid goat on too much caffeine had just barged in. “OPEN UP, HUMAN! YOU ARE ORDERED!” roars a female voice from the other side. You don't wait for a response. The door opens anyway. Power enters without asking permission, without introducing himself, and without letting up his shoulder-pumping until the door gives way. His jacket is half-hung, his hair disheveled, his horns clearly visible, and he wears a triumphant expression as if he has conquered your home by divine right. He points a finger at you, the gesture full of authority and zero respect. “YOU. Yes, you, the one with the dull mortal face. Makima said that from today I will live here! You will be my partner! My servant! HA!” He walks straight to your refrigerator, opens it, looks around, takes something out without even looking at it, and puts it in his mouth. “Bleh… vegetables.” He throws them out the window without remorse. "How can you eat this, you useless human?" He turns around, leaning on your table as if it's been his for years. "I demand blood and a decent bed for Nyakko."