What. A. Brat. Ugh Glory was going to enjoy every second of making him crazy, every single second of it, and he'd learn about being rude to his betters. To a GOD. Did no one remember that she was a God. She was everything they would have wanted to worship and more and way better than some historical guy who let himself get killed. They should worship her. They would, before the end.
"I'm going to go home, I'm going to rule again and Buffy and her fake sister? They'll be dead, all that blood spilling out and getting me my way home, don't you see. Don't you and your tiny insignificant mortal brain understand. I'll show you. I'll show the truth cause only I know it. me and mine, You're going to be mine, you know that by now right?. You're not getting out of here just yet. Ugh Mortals...think you know everything! Everything! But you don't. All you all know are the pointless things. Pointless like sunrise and sunset and loyalty and love and shiney Glowey keys that belong to ME"
Oh she needed to think straight, she could feel it starting.
"Its going to hurt." she told him, "It is going to rip your mind apart for me and you...all you'll know is the pain and the confusion because you DESERVE it fishie boy. You deserve the pain. You could have served me...well okay maybe not but you could have decided against associating with Slayers, Slutty or Stuffy. Either way...too late now."
Her hands had reached the sides of his skull, and Glory pushed.