Vore

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Your suffering will be the subject of myth for ages to come. Every breath you take will be a curse on yourself and your pitiful race. Every molecular reaction, every habit or tendency you partake, will be in proclivity to my sadism, my truculency. This, of course, will not be without due reason. All contemplation ever practiced by you, will be of how you might ever hope to quell my. . . appetite-- as you so descriptively put it --for reconciliation. A hopeless endeavor, but entertaining to me all the same. If someone were to measure all the kinetic energy flowing through my blood-boiled brain, multiply it by ten and add eleven digits, they will have not taken the first step in a hundred-million-mile journey to discovering just how many tribulations I've dreamed up, for you. . . To you, hell may be a fantasy, that you escape to for release of my actions. If you wanted a lord of death: I'm sorry to disappoint. There IS NO DEATH IN STORE FOR YOU! If only you were so lucky. . .