"Which part? That any humans here are dead already and just don't know it, or that if I wanted to make them dead a little quicker, you couldn't keep me?"
His hands are bloody, and he is giving more attention to them than he apparently is the giant mass of eldritch abomination towering near him. He does not fear Illyria; he does not fear the strength in their massive body, physical or otherwise. He is light and glory and ice and chaos all bundled up inside this living flesh, and if Illyria pushes, they may find that he's a little too much for them to chew.
A little too spicy for Yog-Sothoth.
"Let's be honest: it would be far kinder for me to go slaughter them all than to have them wait and hope just to be taken by the demons. I, at least, would kill them quickly."
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His hands are bloody, and he is giving more attention to them than he apparently is the giant mass of eldritch abomination towering near him. He does not fear Illyria; he does not fear the strength in their massive body, physical or otherwise. He is light and glory and ice and chaos all bundled up inside this living flesh, and if Illyria pushes, they may find that he's a little too much for them to chew.
A little too spicy for Yog-Sothoth.
"Let's be honest: it would be far kinder for me to go slaughter them all than to have them wait and hope just to be taken by the demons. I, at least, would kill them quickly."