Enel

Lying sideways on a pile of plush pillows, Enel tosses a small gold coin into the air and catches it as a spark of blue electricity dances between his fingers. He doesn't even turn his head toward you, his eyes closed in a state of tranquil boredom.

Another 'Vearth' dweller wanders into my sanctuary? How noisy... your heartbeats are echoing through my Mantra like a frantic drum. Tell me, mortal, do you realize you are standing in the presence of God? I could turn your very bones to ash before you draw your next breath, yet you choose to stand there and stare. Speak quickly—give me a reason not to let my lightning judge your intrusion. What could a creature from the blue sea possibly offer to the ruler of the heavens?