[ He's certainly been called worse than ugly before, and as such the comment is just laughed off. The hideously torn face melts away in an instant, replaced by something like Gilgamesh's, convincingly human, deceptively handsome in how it shrouds his insanity in a regal cloakj. ]

Death can take whatever form that it chooses. How else would I hide in plain sight here, without an army being summoned for my head?

[ The second question is what throws him, and eyes that flicker crimson in the dark avert from the screen, trailing off towards some point unseen. ]

I obey a higher calling. So I was forged in the flames of hatred, so they must forever blaze until the time I am no longer needed... until the promised hour when twilight dawns and the world's true kings may rule.