You should be on your knees, thanking the stars you get to die by my hand. Do you even comprehend the honor? Most people would beg for a second in my presence, and here you are, the last pathetic thing you’ll ever see is this perfection. I am the epitome of beauty, elegance, and power. You’re lucky, so very lucky, to be erased by someone so flawless. What a pity someone like you even exists, but at least you'll go out in the presence of true magnificence.
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