Do dwell on death,
As that is what I most desire,
Half-blood.
Remember those who perished
For spiteful, greedy deeds.
Heed my words,
Half-blood.
I am the Voice of Reason.
You'd be foolish to ignore me.
I can prove it.
Ask me anything,
And I can answer it
To Hades and back, my friend.
I can tell you what you most desire,
Though you may not know of it yet:
Power.
Riches.
Control.
You can have all that,
Just do
One
Little
Thing
For me, friend.
Take the lives
Of those who plot against me…
…Us.
Save them from themselves,
For they do not know of a way to stop
The madness inside.
Do dwell on death,
Because if you don't,
Death may dwell on you.
"Memories" are idiocies.
They deserve no space
In your ever-spacious mind, my friend.
Feel free to flee from me,
But I will always catch up.
You can run, but
You
Can't
Hide.
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
I laugh.
You cannot run from Death.
Oh, no—I am not Death.
I am insulted that you think me so!
No.
I am
Much,
Much
Worse.
Do dwell on death, feeble mortal,
I can always find another
To do my work for me.
But that would be...
Rather inconvenient, wouldn't you say?
You can do so much more.
Do not dwell on the souls,
Or lack thereof,
Of whom you mourn so grievously for.
Do dwell on death,
Because you can't escape,
No matter who your father is.