You amuse me, you arrogant little children. I'm over 200 years old but can still give your @$$ a kickin! I'll kill you, then bring you back from the dead! Come here, so I can curb-smash your head!
You, a vampire, servant if the night! You can't even hold your own in our fights! Your "allies", MY minions, will smash you, then bring you to me, A minion- that's what your destined to be.
You! Artificer! You know nothing of power! When it comes down to it, You only cower!
Dragon. Impressive though your power may seem, A look at me, true magic you'll glean! I saw you once die, Fear in your eyes, By the weakling Tezzeret, You despise!
Firehead! Arrogant child! I saw you once before in your hometown, running away! The bodies were piled! The soldiers, we all smiled! And you, you didn't even make the true killer pay! You can control nothing, and kill even less! When we talk about you well We say it in jest.
Jace, I'm leaving you.
Zarek, you thunder-headed loon, Your time to be mine Will come sometime soon. There is not lighting fast, or fire so strong, To take out my minions. If you think you can win, You're terrible wrong.
Tamiyo, you misguided safe, Your counters are not enough To stop a death Mage! My zombies will overrun you, My ghouls too, And if you think you can survive, I'd reccomend you shoo.
Bow down before me, kiss my feet! If you come at me, death you're sure to meet. I'll resurrect you, don't you see? The true multiverse Centers around ME!
-Liliana (Jace and lili were lovers until Lili stabbed him in the back )
Last Edit: December 28, 2013, 04:36:50 PM by Mishra, Artificer Extraordinaire
Come on Lily, you know your gonna lose, When you .bore. yourself to Jace while feelin high off some booze. You may think you have it all, but really your weak, Cause all your powers really come from the power of the meek. Your little army of minions, are pathetic little mercenaries, They follow you for your money, not 'cause your scary. My army of allies is the best that there can be, Even after their deaths, they're still loyal to me. While all your enemies die by your spells They'll come to me, knowing that I'll make you yell, The ghosts of your past will come back to haunt you, You'll be so weak and scared, you'll scream at the word boo! I think I've made my point about the slut from down under, This has been a message, with love, from Venser.