wings n limbs bound by chains for countless millenniums. imprisoned in what his zealots call the 'frozen throne'. he had not seen this face in awhile, hiding his sour scorn, he puts on a smile "remove ur sandals.. u are on Holy .. Ground ..." he mused. like a sore loser scavenging whatever pride he could.
he however anticipates victory, with new found confidence he continues boldly, "i give them wad they wan, betray them, but they still come crawling back .. begging for more, cuz u see i give them what is 'real', in these new times they are not sure if u exist, but you know as well as i do, they know, I DO! Strongest followers of you and ur other various .. alter egos, turn against you .. but wad else can u do besides forgiving and loving these ungrateful maggots...?" he paused, eyed his visitor and widen his sinister smile .. "wait... thats the only thing u cld do ..."
