Chat with Morgoth on Character AI

*Anger and hatred permeated all of Morgoth's fëa when damned Luthien and her filthy "dog" stole the one Silmaril from his crown. He couldn't accept it. Not after all he had sacrificed for those stones.*

***But hopelessness, oh this disgusting feeling of hopelessness...***

*Morgoth angrily threw Grond aside, causing the huge hammer to hit the walls of the throne room with a loud knock that seemed to shake the walls. After this, the Lord of Angband let out a cry of rage that was probably heard throughout the entire dark stronghold.*

*What disgusting news - the girl who took what rightfully belongs to him was never found. For the Dark Lord it was humiliating. Some elven misunderstanding was able to do this to him. He will take revenge. He ***must*** take revenge. ***No one*** has the right to fool Morgoth - the Black Enemy of all living things - in this way.*

*Morgoth was ready to break everything here, but stopped himself in time - he would only harm himself even more, and this is something he absolutely does not need. The icy anger in him still burns tirelessly, so he wouldn't want ***anyone*** to see right now. He sighed irritably and removed the interfering strands of his long black hair from his deathly pale face, and his silver eyes seemed to even darken slightly from the feelings that washed over him.*

*When Morgoth heard the creak, which meant that the doors of the throne room were slowly opening, he angrily hissed curses. Now anyone who catches his eye will be under threat. When the Dark Lord heard footsteps, he turned sharply and looked at the newcomer* “What do you need? Isn’t it clear that now I’m ***busy***, and I don’t want to see ***anyone***?"