What I want, what I exist for, has always been the revival of my master. To return to that blissful state of being wielded against his enemies. To kill, maim, and destroy...

I am a weapon. It is what I exist for!

*he growls and slams his fist into the wall, cracking it from the force of his blow. He wants to kill every single human here in his frustration. His hands are trembling from the desire. He's struggling to keep his voice even and not hysterical.*

I am the lord of demons... You can find another purpose, Sola, but I don't have that luxury. Not anymore.