Pain...Agony...My hatred burns through my veins...
I hate you mortals. I hate your cities, your meaningless lives, gnawing away at MY beautiful world, a world that should belong solely to me and my flight.
I hate you...because you killed her.
You killed my emerald, my sole bright light...my Onyxia.
As I hold her severed head in my paw, I feel my anger subside for just a split moment. She was always the brightest, the smartest, so eager to please her father...
She was my daughter, my rightful heir to my flight, the sole offspring of mine I could trust with my legacy...and you killed her.
Your swords, your spells, your arrows...you killed her like she was but a gnat, like one of you!
As I stand upon your precious city, your very lives are in my hands. I could avenge her right here, right now...and burn you all under my wings...but I shall not.
Why you ask? Simple...pain.
I will make you feel pain you never felt before, every single one of you will pay for what you have done to me.
You named me many things in the past. Neltharion the Earth-warder, Blood's shadow, Xaxas, betrayer, world breaker...the dark one.
I go by a different name now, a name suitable for your futures...
My name is Deathwing, I am the Aspect of Death, and all of you will feel my righteous power! I am Deathwing, my will be done!
