Have you ever felt pain, Pharaoh? Pure pain? Physical?
Mental?
Emotional?
Do you know what it's like, to watch everyone you've ever known die? Do you?
No, you don't. And I don't think you ever will.
Do you want to know? Because I can make that happen. I've already killed your damned magician; taking the Ring and leaving you with five priests to defend you.
He was one of your best friends, wasn't he, Pharaoh-Sama? How did it feel to know I killed him? To know that he died for nothing?
Didn't it hurt?
But it doesn't stop there - One by one, I'm going to kill everyone you hold dear; then, when I've seen you break, I'm coming for you.
Do you know why?
You don't. And I'm not even going to bother with trying to explain; Knowing you, you still wouldn't care.
You have the blood of my family on your hands. Ninety nine innocent people died.
And you murdered them. Blood stains your hands far worse than it does mine, and mine are almost literally bathed in it every night.
One question, Pharaoh-Sama. Is the Millennium Puzzle still so important to you?
Of course it is. Because it's not your family; Nobody that was important died for it.
But they were important, even though they were thieves.
You have the nerve to call me a "villain".
What is a villain, Pharaoh? Someone who murders, right? A sinner? Someone unfaithful to you?
If that's the case, then you're the villain, just as much as I am. Yet you call yourself a hero, a saint; the Son of Ra. You think you're a god.
Answer me this, then.
Would a god murder without right?
Would a god willingly leave one survivor?
Would a god put a five-year-old boy through hell?
No. No, he wouldn't. So, you're not a god - You're lower than the "thieves" and "murderers" that you killed.
Can't you hear them? Can you hear them scream from the depths of Hell? I can. And they don't want your blood.
They want mine.
But I want yours. I want you to have the luxury they didn't have. I want you to bleed.
Be thankful I'm not throwing you into a pot of boiling-hot gold. Be glad I'm not into shadow alchemy.
And your fate could honestly be a lot worse. You get off easy.
They didn't. Their spirits are damned; as long as those Ra-forsaken items still hang around your throats, they are doomed to wander the earth. The only thing that would set their spirits free...
Is the death of the "Pharaoh of Ra".
Why am I telling you this? There is no possible way you could ever understand how much I hate you.
How much we hate you.
Understand this, then; I am never going to be a good guy. I never was, never will be.
However, I was innocent.
But you, you never were. You weren't innocent, not once in your life. Royal blood is tainted; everyone in a royal line is doomed to become a tyrannical, power-hungry bastard.
You were guilty, from the moment you were born. If you were to get your heart weighed, it would be heavier than the feather of Ma'at; You'd be fed to Ammit, damned, just as the spirits of Kul Elna are now.
But why would I let you have that luxury? No, I don't want you to die - I want you to know pain. Raw, real, pain.
And just because you escape...
It doesn't mean you're still alive.