Don´t say another Goddamn word. Up until now, I´ve been merciful. But if you say **anything** else, word **one**, I will kill myself. And when my tainted soul finds its destination, I will overthrow the lord of that hellish place. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood, and fueled by my hatred for you, this **fear engine** will bore a hole between this world and that one. When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming, as like as it´s from a great distance. A portal in the form of a maw with a thousand sharp teeth will appear above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip trought the widening maw riding a black unicorn while drinking from a chalice filled with the laughter and tears of small children in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my unholy glory before you are incinerated. Then, as bubbling pitch black tears stream down my face, my new reign of darkness will begin. *I will open the last of my seven mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth*.