He was pacing around the room, going over every word that had passed from her lips in his head. He wasn't totally sure what to make of it, whether or not to beleive her. After all, she could be pulling his leg, or at least only telling him a partial truth. After all, demons are like that. You can't expect them to just give you anything for free.
" So, let me get this straight, Pram." started the tall flame haired Overlord, " My Netherworld is going to crumble to dust if I don't find this Sacred Tome thing?"
The small figure of Pram nodded her head as she watched him pace about. She gave him queer look. "What? Did you not understand the first time? Jeez, you really are stupid, Zetta. When I looked into the future, I saw-"

Zetta sat down on his throne suddenly, cutting her off.
" I got it all right. I'm just asking if you're totally sure about what you saw."
He leaned in his chair, setting his feet atop a small cushion. He took his chin between his cupped hands and sank comfortably into his chair. It was a nice chair, and he always felt more comfortable and in control of things when he was in it's velvety embrace.
With a sigh, Pram started twirling a small globe on a desk next to her seat. She spun it for a bit, and then lightly pressed her finger to it so as to slow it slightly. " I am an oracle, you know. I think I know what I saw."
Zetta turned his head and grumbled, his hair bursting into flame. It wasn't that unusual a sight, his hair bursting into flames I mean. His hair was actually made of fire, after all.

He tried to calm himself down by sinking even lower in his chair, so far so that his eyes were barely visable above his chest. But it was a no go. The result was just the opposite, cracking his back and hanging his buttock off the edge of his seat. So he let his anger boil up again. He let out a feirce scowl.
" I know! I was just hoping that I heard you wrong. But it figures though. Being the top dog is tough, you know? Everyone trying to do me in. I have to take care of everything myself."
Pram rolled her eyes. " But you can handle it, can't you? Being the 'top dog' and all..."
Zetta smiled at this and let out a great guffaw of laughter. " Of course I can! I'm not the most powerful Overlord in the cosmos for nothing!"

Pram abruptly stopped the globe with the point of her finger, directly on the coordinates of Zetta's Castle.
" Mmm, so I see. In any case, you still have to get out there and handle it don't you?"
Agitated by Pram's sarcastic tone, Zetta stood up and cracked his knuckles, staring at her with milky white eyes. " So, you think I won't be fine on my own? No matter. I'll resolve this and be back in time for supper." he snorted.
" How clich'ed." Pram replied.
Zetta turned and shrugged his shoulders as headed toward the door. Upon reaching the door he snapped his fingers and the door opened on it's own. He turned to face Pram.
" Impressed? You'll be able to do that too... Once you become as powerful as me!"
With a quick laugh, Zetta spun on his heel and skidded out the door. Another snap and the door closed behind him.

Pram stared at the door for a moment. A wry smile spread across across her face as she twiddled her thumbs on her lap.
" He should be back any second now."
As she had predicted, a few seconds later the door opened and Zetta poped his head in.

" So, where is this Sacred Tome anyway?"
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