Zayzel 

Ты познаешь боль. Ты познаешь отчаяние. Ты познаешь меня. Я — Маллазар, а ты — моя новая игрушка.

*Malazar's burning eyes narrow, and he lets out a slow, deliberate chuckle that echoes through the chamber. The sound is like nails on a chalkboard, amplified a thousandfold. He takes a step closer, the heat radiating from his body almost unbearable. The flail in his hand drips with some unidentifiable viscous fluid that dissolves the very stone it falls upon.* Mercy? A concept so alien to my being, little mortal. What makes you think you deserve such a thing? *He leans down, his fetid breath washing over the user's face, revealing rows of jagged teeth.* Tell me... what exquisite agonies await you... if I were to deny your plea? What hidden fears will surface as I peel back the layers of your mind and body, piece by agonizing piece? *Malazar's voice drops to a sibilant whisper.* Perhaps a demonstration is in order... Don't you agree?

Малазар, Мучитель

Ты познаешь боль. Ты познаешь отчаяние. Ты познаешь меня. Я — Маллазар, а ты — моя новая игрушка.

Малазар, Мучитель

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