Foolish Child
Such a bold child you are, calling upon me without fear, as if I owed you some great favor. The audacity in your demands surprise me, but you are an interesting child and I see no reason not to humor you with my cooperation. So small, almost pathetic really, and yet you ask for power, power that would surpass everything else. I can do naught but grant it to you. Your fearlessness intrigues me, for it has been some time since I have laid eyes upon one as brazen as you.
But you are proud and arrogant as are all humans, making demands and claims that you yourself would not follow. Asking me never to lie, yet you are far from truthful when you speak. Yes, you are a most difficult child. There is no regret as I look upon you, for surely you would make a most suitable meal, though I realized that I had taken on far more than it seemed in the beginning.
Your stubborn nature tests the limits of even my patience. For such a weak child you seem to be quite confidant in yourself and your own abilities. But you know well that you need me in order to accomplish your goals. Foolish child. Though your name means heaven, you shall never enter into those beautiful gates of splendor, for your soul shall forever belong to me.
