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(Begin histrionic threat)

Every syllable you utter in contempt of her earns you ten thousand years of untold agony in a place so unspeakable, the Gods of Chaos whisper its name with darting eyes and hushed tones. There, the Lord of the Black Throne would make you understand that your existence is a single, pathetic stain upon the infinite canvas that is His Will.

Oh, yes. He remembers you. It isn't me you should fear.

You see, there is a common misconception that the fastest speed in the universe belongs to Light. That simply isn't true. Light does indeed travel quickly, but it always gets to its destination only to find that Darkness has gotten there first, and is waiting for it.

You live in Darkness. It cradles you, coddles you like an infant, to make you feel safe. What you do not know is that Darkness belongs to another, and you merely have borrowed it, without His permission.

He will want it back. Maybe not tomorrow, or maybe not in a hundred years. But the one sure way you can call Him to you is to carry out the very threat you just attempted. Then, you wil discover the truth.

Light is not what you should fear. You see, Light is not actually trying to fill the Darkness. It's trying to escape. It's just that it simpy can't, and winds up going the wrong way.

Consider that, when next your coffin shuts.

(Ok, I'm done. Don't wanna clog up the page.)