Aro von Friedhof twirled erratically in circles, his fingers dancing in the air as if the keys to a piano were beneath them. The demon hummed the tune to the famous British anthem "God Save the queen" and smiled crookedly from the irony of the situation. He'd just murdered the King of Laviatria, declaring himself archduke and sole ruler of the country. Of course he had no intention of ruling the country when he arrived, but simply couldn't resist inciting chaos and madness as well as watch it escalate which was exactly what was going on outside of the palace. Especially, since he sent a flood of his hell hounds out to greet his new subjects. He could faintly hear their screams. They made him feel...elated.
Aro von Friedhof originally came to Laviatria for a single reason: to obtain something detrimental to his plans. Something he didn't feel much concern about because he was having too much fun at the moment.
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause,
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen.
As the came to an end in his mind, Aro did a final dramatic spin, then bowed sloppily to the soul of the former Laviatrian king which sat in the royal Laviatrian throne. he walked over to the soul that glowed like candle light then plucked it from its seat. "That was a farewell performance just for you, my King," he spoke with an thick German accent that made him sound kind of like a vampire straight out of Transylvania. The kishin opened his mouth inhumanly wide and swallowed the soul like an unbelievably large pill. Aro burped indignantly. Then plopped down into the throne contemplating. "Royal souls are so overrated. Oh well, perhaps I should make preparations for our DWMA guest. I'm sure Death will send some soon." Aro von Friedhor began chuckling eerily at the thought. Finally things would get exciting.