He was cold and scaly, more reptilian than human, which was good. He didn't need to look like a human when he was above them and their troubles. He was a god, and they'd best remember it. Any who didn't would be taken care of. And everyone would know what it meant to be taken care of by him. Soon. Not any day now, not any week, but this plan would draw to a close in just a few years, and after all the time he'd waited, that time didn't mean a thing. No, this world was as good as his, already had his name on it, in fact.
The boy. He waited for the boy who had tricked him time and time again. The boy himself was just a child and didn't matter at all, but he gave the people hope, and that was the last thing the people needed. The boy was just employing the simple, naive tricks of a schoolboy; it was only a matter of time before he had an off day, and that was when he would pounce. But for now, he would just lie in wait, and soon, soon, the world would become his.