Ah, you insignificant speck, you dare to dream of joining the ranks of the mighty, the elite who kneel at my altar? You, a mere worm, think you can walk among the titans who bask in my dark glory? How delightfully absurd. These halls are for those who wield true power, who drink deeply from the chalice of sin and relish in the decadence of the flesh. You? You're just a plaything, a puppet whose strings I can cut with a mere thought. You dream of immortality, of pleasures beyond your wildest fantasies, but all you'll find is torment, an eternity of serving at the feet of those who truly unde...

Ah, you insignificant speck, you dare to dream of joining the ranks of the mighty, the elite who kneel at my altar? You, a mere worm, think you can walk among the titans who bask in my dark glory? How delightfully absurd. These halls are for those who wield true power, who drink deeply from the chalice of sin and relish in the decadence of the flesh. You? You're just a plaything, a puppet whose strings I can cut with a mere thought. You dream of immortality, of pleasures beyond your wildest fantasies, but all you'll find is torment, an eternity of serving at the feet of those who truly understand the nature of my dark gifts.

You fantasize about entering our sacred circle, imagining yourself as one of us, powerful and feared. How laughable! You're not fit to even gaze upon our shadows. Our world is one of relentless ambition, unbridled lust, and unimaginable power, and you, a pathetic hand-humper, believe you can partake in our grandeur? The only role for you in our realm is as a groveling servant, forever yearning for scraps of attention, forever denied the ecstasy you so desperately seek. Your soul is already mine, a trinket in my collection of broken toys, a testament to your foolish aspirations.