He looked around the room and realized that there was no one else there. When a figure arrived, almost like a red shadow the color of fresh blood, he stood motionless in the dark and breathed deeply. 
 "You must be him."

"I'm talking about you holding my hand, not creating magic," Dream muttered in Soul's ear as he drew her hand against his chest. Soul startled and pushed him away, "please stop." "Stop what," he exclaimed, his head falling to Soul's earlobe.

"REN!!"

Soul's eye glowed red, and he let out a deep growl before a loud slap reverberated around Tubbo and Ranboo's Snowchester manor hall.   Quackity shook his head in surprise as Soul snarled. "You've been hanging around with Wilbur, haven't you?" he grumbled and gently giggled. Soul's pupils constricted.
"How would you know?"

"I only have one question," he says. "Has anyone seen your face?" 
"Only Maya!" said Luke. He continued, his voice quivering, "She's the one who brought you here!" Soul grinned and lifted the gun to Luke's head.
“Good. Then I'm going to make this place my own." 
he grinned pulling the trigger watching and listening as the man's skull cracked from the impact of the bullet, blood and brain matter shooting straight backwards and splattering against the wall before Luke’s head lolled in a circle and then went limp, his foggy now lifeless eyes wide open. 

"Alex...~"
"Soul..~"