Desreal: greetings from mars!

MY DARLING YOU LOOK LOVELY
I'VE COME TO LAY YOU DOWN
UNCOVER YOUR HEAD AND SUBMIT TO ME
WE'LL MAKE A JOYFUL SOUND

Alcatraz always had a penchant for calamity – whether it came in the form of his own wayward actions or if it came by the figure of a pretty mute mare.

Trouble, it seems, invariably always finds a niche to grasp onto, an intricate life to destroy. This kind of trouble was usually delivered by the hand of 5e’s inarguably worst Pikachu.

In either event, he had not been in Desreal long (indeed, the smell of salt and sand and cold still clutched miserably to his coat) before he received a pleasant surprise. His electricity swarmed around him, eel-like lines of pure voltage snaking from his body in what could be perceived as sinister glee. Like him, his element had a strong personality – vivacious, vicious, and like him, savage.

He waited for her wind’s to orchestrate her thoughts completely (a remarkable thing for the notable brute to show manners to any!) before he spoke himself. “Your sources are remarkably well informed.” He whispered, that icy voice of his reflecting his brutal personality. Chilling, cold, though not so different from her wintry winds. His impassive gaze settled on her own, the ferocity in them barely contained, much like his powerful electricity. “You are correct.” His lightning whined around him in assent, slithering across his body.

“But that is not why you came here, is it? To confirm the credence of your sources?”

Alcatraz was barbaric, but not entirely stupid. He knew demons were only summoned to do action, not converse.

gld. A L C A T R A Z

I DONT CARE IF YOU'RE BY YOURSELF
OR YOU'RE ALL ALONE WHEN YOU NEED MY HELP
KEEP THAT SMILE ON YOUR PRETTY FACE
CUZ YOU DONT HAVE MUCH I CANT TAKE AWAY