Legends told of your transgressions, ancient scribes chronicled your conquests, fearsome mothers warned of your wickedness, but nothing could truly prepare one for the unthinkable glory of your evil.
Men and women alike have lived and died over the centuries fervently dissecting your psyche, resolute in their aim to explain and understand your nature, so that you may one day be stopped. All have failed.
Every victim you leave in your wake, every broken soul, every existence you dismantle, they are all a constant reinforcement of our commitment. Our drive is strong and your time will come. As sure as fire melts flesh from the bone, your time will come, and your flesh will burn, and we will gather around your writhing body and revel in your shrieks! The time of reckoning will come, and none will shed a tear for you.