He went on. "Hither and yon he flew, amusing himself with the toiling, scraping misery of the beings of that realm, but so bored of the endless depths to which they sank in their pursuit of vice. Year after year, century after century, it was so much of the same. Warring for territory, scheming for riches, prowling for whores and drink and their pithy approximation of power. As though the scum even understood the concept," Malfoy rolled his eyes before continuing. "Alas, the object eluded him, and the years stretched on. Nothing to break up the monotony except the occasional nudge of a mortal toward the selfish, gluttonous ends they desired but feared pursuing."