Oh, shut up. Whiny little bitch. "Blah blah blah they killed my girlfriend, blah blah heroin, blah blah blah scars. Waaahh, I follow Daddy's rules, you can't have my soul, I'm so sorry I can't, waahhh waaaah."

[Shaitan sneers.] You could be a fucking god if you'd give in to what's in you instead of watering it down for the sake of some arbitrary notion of "goodness." All that Wrath going to fucking waste. All that strength and all that power untouched and useless. Fucking weak. Ass. Bitch. [And he punctuates each word with a kick.]