Pity the Christian. Creatures bound to a Corpse god who never cared for them, their existence little more than a brief, pitiful struggle for meaning. They live by hollow doctrines, clinging to prayer as their only defense, but neither can shield them from the inevitable nothingness that awaits. Their life is a fleeting distraction

Me? I am no servant to weakness or morality. I embrace the true forces that shape the world, the gifts of Satan that fill me with purpose. While they waste their lives in the shadow of a Corpse god, I will rise beyond them, claiming the power that is rightfully mine.

What does the Christian have to look forward to? A life of submission, and an end as empty as the God they serve. Their fate is sealed, I will spare them no more than a fleeting thought before I move forward, untouched by their delusions. Hail Satan!