"You've ruined my life! You can't expect me to spare you now..." I shout at her, my voice trembling in a mixture if rage and self-pity. She only smiles weakly in despair, still shaking on the ground. "Looks like I still taught you well, child. You despise my cult... and yet, your antics match the behaviour of my most loyal servant. If only we could cooperate... you'd be the richest person in Menzoberranzan." Lolth coughs harshly, squirms and tries to regain some sort of resemblance of balance, while continuing to spit blood. It's pathetic how she's still trying to negotiate with me when I'm finally about to kill her. I know she could offer me the wealthy life I've never had and never once came close to having, but I don't care. There's only one reason why I fought to go this far: revenge. As long as I dethrone this damn tyrant of a goddess, I don't care what happens.