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"You call that fire?"
"Hmph. You again."
Begone, you vulgar heathens, out of my sight
Block not my chosen path. I won't have mercy.
My heart of ice knows no regret; you will all be slain.
"Learn your lesson well."
Dance in my hand you broken marionettes,
Dance in my hand and I will make it known that this
is the hour of your doom.
This girl is mine; keep your filthy hands from her!
And what’s mine I need not share.
Drag you to Hell; my power lies there.
Hark: my name is Rem Arlond,
I am master of the dark and prince of despair.
Now here’s where the game ends,
as I declare the finality of, a checkmate
and thus the end of our dark-side game.