@settriigh (I hope it is okay to continue this)
Aurelion Sol chuckled. This mortal had gusto, as advertised on his posters. A perfect reflection of the fighting pits.
"A god?" the dragon hummed, a tremble disrupted the flow of his cosmic mane. What a wretched, mortal title to be used for him. Then again, how could a simple creature such as the Boss know any better. To anyone aside the Targonians, his visage had inspired utter awe for eons to those beneath the skies.
"I suppose you are not entirely incorrect" a low grumble accompanied the statement, "though perhaps you could be more creative. As for understanding of wealth, it might take a... smaller perspective to enlighten me. After all, what are such trivial things to one who brought all of it into existence?"
The looming celestial figure lowered further from above, a large clawed finger poked the emblem on Sett's coat. He showed no care for the reaction, or the personal space of the vastaya. "The same matter that you now use to 'beat each other senseless' once nestled in my claws as star dust. Your world, your entirety, birthed from the residue of my great work. The air you breathe, the earth you walk on, all of it."
For a flash, a deep coldness took hold of Aurelion Sol's eyes. What a headache.
"And you have, in the endless creativity bestowed upon you, found its only use to be for fighting? For entertainment?"
A silence fell as Aurelion Sol gazed upwards as if to behold the stars that weren't in sight, the thought that this would be result of one of his many, many works was a ponderous thought. Despite his belittlment, there was but a begrudging respect to one who knew himself so well that he could be happy with the the most basic of enrichment.
