You….you promised….I did what you asked…why….why did you…
Do you fear what I bring to this world? Do you fear me?
You should. It is your rightful place to cower in fear, to grovel at the feet of the Master and to see The Great Ending fall upon your pitiful world!
IT IS YOUR PLACE TO BE DEVOURED, TO FALL AND FEEL THE PAIN MY FLESH-RENDING TEETH BRING. There is no escape. I am here, and it is my duty to lead the Dark Ones into this plane. This world shall burn, I shall burn, and the universe will cry out in GLORIOUS PAIN AS IT IS TORN TO SHREDS!
YOUR TITLES ARE FALSE AND HOLLOW!
For I am the Master of the Dark Hours, Lord of the Darkest Night and Messenger of the Dark Lords themselves.
Such is the cycle of death and rebirth of the Messenger.
My righteous anger will bear down upon thee, stealer of cookies!
Defiance will be rightly rewarded.
With endless torture by way of mind-rending pain and fire.
The cake eating one seems to recognize my greatness.
Heathens know not of the unholiest of rights they who wait grant us.
The hallowed sister doth hear my cries, and giving me a name, bestows upon my shriveled form the most unholy of talismans: the blueberry muffin.
Let my writs be heard by all who fear, and send them further into their terrifying hell. These are the words wrought by dark gods, listen in fear and terror.
These fools see not their own doom at hand. No armor will protect you from the flesh searing gaze of They who Wait.