The artist strives for perfection...My Goddess, we're much closer than you wish to think...I wonder, what poor sap you abolished purely because they were your father...The path a grimy one, littered with obstacles and fools who think they know better...The higher being snuffs out the little guys, then what?..
Thoughts fly like a swarm of hornets disoriented by a misty spray. Each one playing a different note in the score of his mind. All shrilling at once, in discord, for attention yet flying away from him as he reaches out to grasp for the correct one.
Stoop lower goddess because as I see it, all your "ascension" has done for you is clutter that shiny little head-... You must have been a real thorn in whoever's side-...What are you the Goddess of?...What are you playing at-...Enlighten me-]
You undeviating bitch~♪.
[He keeps a careful eye on the newcomer via reflection. The tendrils of a greedy fire licking his fingertips hungrily.]