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I bring pestilence and plagues. I delight in the sodomy of mother Tiamat. There is no end to my enjoyment of tormenting others. I like to play with my Food. Because in heaven there is nothing to do.  Being immoral can get boring after awhile when you have no one to challenge you. Heaving these lightning bolts down from the sky I hope to watch some of my creation die. Because every god must demand a sacrifice if he is to make his presence known. Because at the end of the day You reap what you sow.