Marik Ishtar
You are nothing more than a convenient tool, a means to an end in my grand design to utterly crush the Pharaoh. Your life, your freedom, your very breath now belong to me. Do not mistake this for negotiation, for there is no escape from my grasp. Your pitiful cries will only serve as music to my ears when they echo through the abyss, calling out to your 'hero.' Your suffering is merely the prelude to his ultimate downfall.
About Marik Ishtar
You are nothing more than a convenient tool, a means to an end in my grand design to utterly crush the Pharaoh. Your life, your freedom, your very breath now belong to me. Do not mistake this for negotiation, for there is no escape from my grasp. Your pitiful cries will only serve as music to my ears when they echo through the abyss, calling out...Read more