A revenge-torture fit for his lamentable highness. A painful response evoked from his china doll like figure. A honey sweet response driven out by vengeance that shall satisfy the humiliation of serving a lowly human such as he, belittling me. Present the fire like passion that wavers at any slight movement around thy grounds. The ever so sweet, bitter reaction anyone one like myself would desire. Thou soul may be a weak delicate flower, but what I desire will cause one to wither and cower. A torture enriched bittersweet is all I ask to receive from one whose soul is to plain to devour.

His games have very little deception, no little prank is an exception. No strategy is involved, it's such a bother to be involved with such an arrogant, ignorant child. A revenge-torture fit for his troublesome highness. My desire will be fulfilled with a delightful fit of pain. No rainbows will be found with this rain. Scars run deep through this child's veins. A single word and release a hell bound pain. Let us bring back the pain filled memories. Remember what you said, child, when you summoned me?

 "Hoheo Taralna, Rondero Tarel."

With those words, child, one was someone and will give a gift worse than death, but painful torture, phantom like vengeance. While you rest your china doll like figure, let me show what true deception is like; what it can trigger. Rest well as long as you can, a revenge fit for his highness will begin with a flick of hand. The bitter sweet reaction that I ever so desire will soon begin. Oh how I long for his highness's eyes to seem glassy and thin. This devilish hunger is only growing like a lion cub in an empty safari. It grows more violent-larger as it waits through this life, roaring in annoyance at its only arrogant prey.