"Your tread into<em>my</em>domain. You defy<em>my</em>grasp. You<em>steal my power.</em>And now you come before me, spitting defiance, ignorance, and insults? Your masters will pay a high price for this."<br/><br/>The figure barely even moves, the jaw slowly working, in time with the words, though the eyes remain unfocused, slouched in its seat like a withering cadaver.<br/><br/>"Such impudence, to offer insult, and demand my name, in my own home, where you are an intruder, an unwelcome blight. You are in the realm of Death, and I, its master."