"Who are you, to proclaim to bear such a heavy crown?"

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"What do you know of bearing the weight of the masses? To be a God to the Faithless? To the Vile? To the Heathens?"

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"You were the one who summoned me here, I have no loyalty to your kind, to your practice and teachings."

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"Don't be so ignorant! I will take your very being and twist it as I please when I please."

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"Then you are a fool who knows little of the powers he's playing against. I know of your kind, what they do to me and mine. They might've been made of war, blood and corruption, but I was made by them. I am their voice. And you? You are not deserving of the loyalties you proclaim you've won."

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"Heed my warning, should you dare try to force me to lay down my crown - I am far superior to you in every way, and there are undead folk more worthy of my time. Bokavo kav navo uvk navo varr. I huxo va nalo kudaovdo dal dho rakok ad avai. Wo ulo davakhok holo, uvk dho vovd dano avai kook da krudo u dhurrovko da no, ad varr ko dho rukd Daxavo rakhd avail kair kook kodalo dho Vaak."

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For anyone who might be the slightest bit interested in what is going on with this image;
This is the Grand Diablos - Zanalius, a God forged from the Pleas of other Diablos.
And in this image, he is speaking down to a powerful demon who summoned him into 'mid-plane' of existence.
It is in poor taste to challenge a God, but who knows what game is being played here.