Why are you acting like a women?

In the black, caliginous cavern, on a blood-stanied throne, there sat a man with his crinkly, bushy head hung low, his hairs messy and his hand up in the air with a very obscure object in his hand.

His hand was trembling badly and he was trying to get hold of his hand with the other. At last, the man roared and calmed down. His hand stopped shaking and he lifted his head.

The man had dark features, not very pleasant to look at, he let out an evil sigh as his blood-thirsty eye's examined the dark object in his hand. The object was actually not on his palm but in the air.

There was some dark energy surrounding that object that was allowing it to be in the air. With a flick of his hand, the dark object disappeared and he closed his eye's as his head rested on the hard throne.

''My lord, there is a news this morning''. His subordinate came and bowed in front of him.

''What is it?''