(lonelygod writes)
At last, you reveal yourself, Chaosite. So smugly do the enemies of humanity, towering above us, gloat and ramble, cementing their own superiority.
Understand this. Master Mason and his protege, the Chaosbane, may die. Though this is regrettable, and shall be avenged, this is of little consequence in the grand scheme.
You have our King.
And do you suppose that you have Murdered our Princess Reagent? Can it truly be so, that Chaosite ignorami are indeed so colossally stupid?
Know this. Regicide is to be considered an act of war. We have cleaned your filth from British Shores, and we shall hunt you across the wilds of Europe, should we so need.
Know also, Chaosite, that this is the death that you have actively sought. These are the wages of your sin. That you had left our Princess Reagent alive, that you had left our Goddess herself to live a better life, thus would we never have had need to intervene.
And yet, you continue to meddle in the affairs of the Sanctuary Nation.
Carruthers alone would have paid for his greed and cruelty, and thus would we have ceased our involvement.
Now, however, you have forced our hand, and sown the storm. Know, Chaosite, that soon, very soon, you shall Reap the Whirlwind.
TREMBLE, CHAOSITE! THE FATES WILL TURN! SURRENDER YE NOW, OR PREPARE TO BURN!!!