( Is... that a chuckle? Or a rumbling? Perhaps a strange confluence of the twain, meeting violently. )

Greetings... greetings. ( And nearly purring, coaxing: ) Little emperor... what brings you to my humble home?

( So very reduced from whatever veneer of grandeur the Chained God might have presented, once upon a time, in a world where he yet laid claim to unconfined immortality? )

Come to set more... chains?