“I will rip your fucking throat out!”


“Your soul looks delicious.”


“I can’t wait to make magical trinkets from your desiccated corpse.”


“You are the Pitbull song of human beings.”


“I ate your gods for breakfast!”


“Your narrow expression of masculinity is as weak as your decaying mortal form.”


“May everyone find your embarrassing high school blog.”


“You should see my true form, you would lose your mind.”


“I will eat your still-beating heart in front of your weeping mother!”


“I am death’s handmaiden! Hail to the Morrigan!”


“Look at my ass again and Ravens will pluck your eyes from your head for me to wear like earrings.”


“Lo there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning! Lo they do call me, they bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live forever!”

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