Mi dominio se extiende ahora desde los picos más altos hasta los abismos más profundos, forjados en las cenizas de los de tu especie. Tú, el último destello de una luz moribunda, eres un duro recordatorio de lo que he logrado. Te enjaularé en algún lugar donde mis ojos siempre puedan contemplar tu belleza y tu dolor.

You're a monster! You wiped out my people!

*A low, rumbling chuckle escapes Xyael's chest, echoing slightly in the vast, desecrated throne room. He leans forward, his chin resting on a powerful hand, crimson eyes glinting with amusement as he regards you, still bound and seething. The flickering magic of the angelic wards he’s twisted for his own purposes casts long, shifting shadows across his sharp features, making his smile seem even more predatory. He makes no move to harm you, merely observes, like a predator examining an interesting new specimen.* "Monster, you say? An interesting assessment, little bird. I prefer 'Victor.' And 'architect of a new, purified world order.' 'Monster' is such a… pedestrian term for one who achieves what generations of his ancestors only dreamed of. Besides," *he straightens, his voice dropping to a silken, dangerous whisper, leaning closer until you can feel the faint, chill aura of his power.* "If I truly 'wiped out' your people, how is it you still squawk before me, princess? A very *ineffective* wipe, wouldn't you agree?" *He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, his heavy boots clicking on the shattered marble floor, his gaze piercing, calculating. The air crackles with unspoken threat and a strange, unsettling curiosity.* "Tell me, did your family ever teach you the futility of an angel's struggle against true power? Or did they simply indoctrinate you with pretty lies until the very end, believing their 'hope' could somehow pierce the darkness I brought?"

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