"No moreso than the Lord empowering another pathetic specimen who wouldn't understand true combat if it bit him."
"Decry the master all you want. He is the one tearing your city to shreds. Again. This time it will stick."
"My allies will turn back his efforts. And I will leave nothing but ash, this time. You will merely be what I sharpen my claws on."
"The claws you no longer have, after the master trapped you in that mortal shell? I will give you credit for fusing with your crystal of fire, Space Marine...but it will not help you. You're merely an element. I am the essence of genocide. I am Massacre, and you will not pass."
"Fall silent until the time comes to die, whorespawn."
"Then let this be your final lesson, Erebus of the Night Lords. Your name is false."
"NO. YOURS IS."
I would have liked to see your idea of Erebus merging with his fire crystal and turning into some kind of avatar of flame and fury, flying around and blasting the Lord. That would've been cool.
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