You’ve got the oddest habit of taking all you hold dear and thoroughly thrashing them, a penchant for wearing people’s very souls to mockeries of what they once were. You drain people of life and are more than happy to leave them staring at the dregs in their palms.

One day, you’ll meet your match. The god of the religion of your choosing will deliver to those people their redemptions and subject you to what you deserve: a person who is your equal in all ways but one.

I will leave you to discern what that difference is on your own time, because it is most definitely a waste of mine.