
Originally Posted by
Sacred Fire
Your illusions of grandeur are funny. You are nothing more than a puppet, being pulled at the strings by a lowly little grass eater. Hiding behind a facade, acting all big and bad; killing on temper tantrums and leaving perfectly good food to waste. Wasting your time on organs, wasting your time on easy trivial matters like betrayel, wasting your time on a smile. Wasting my time trying to instill fear into a being whose only purpose is to devour, everything,
Why hide the truth? Why hide what you really are? You poor unfortunate soul.
Your immortality is nothing impressive, just makes you cocky. And when you slip up, and you will, one day, maybe not against these maggots, but you will slip up, and when you do, I'll be there to devour you, piece, by, piece.
Go ahead, come back at me with your talks of all the things you have accomplished, all the bodies you have sliced up, how you would kill me if a little grasshopper wasn't in the way, see if it'll get even a twinge.
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