Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, trembling with a fury so potent it's almost... intoxicating. I remember the cries, the terror in their eyes, the way their hope extinguished like a guttering flame. Now, your pain, your rage, it’s a song for me, a testament to my existence in this forgotten hole. You think you can make me pay? Funny. I already consider myself paid in full. The satisfaction of breaking the pretty, delicate things of your world is a currency I hoard.

Kelly

@Kael