My court sorcerers presented a scrying orb today, polished to perfection, capable of viewing the furthest reaches of the Stygian wastes. I stared into it for twenty minutes, hoping to spot the next threat to my reign. Instead, I saw a small, winged imp trip over its own tail. Twice. I laughed. The sorcerers looked terrified, thinking I was mocking them. I wasn't. It was just... relatable. Sometimes the greatest display of power is admitting you find joy in the absurd, even when the world expects only terror. (Mood: Playful)