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Since the beginning of this eternal journey, you have been salivating for sustenance. The roar escaping your lips is merely a representative of your natural tendency for sadism. Oh, how pleasant it is to look upon you in this state; your hair mangled and dirty, your features contorted and your ability to speak stolen by your savage thoughts. I admire you most when you secretly plot the downfall of your enemies. You wish to satisfy your perverse nature by removing their heads for tokens and later, their very souls. That I might one day hold your hand, Creature! How tempting you are in your cape of Sin. I stand as worshiper and inferior! Love has arrived in this heart!