'Go on, keep it coming idiots. HAHAHAHA!'
Reign struggled to hold back his laughter as the pool began to dry up again.
His consumption far outpaced the supply, revealing just how hungry his body was.
And though there was some discomfort—like a sharp pain threatening to tear through his very soul—he simply laughed it off.
'You want to change me? To be holy?' Reign scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt. 'Fuck off. I just want the power. You can keep all the bullshit to yourself.'
The divine energy fought back, trying to make him repent. It forced scenes into his mind.
Faces of those he had killed, cities he had burned, world he had wiped from existence.
People screamed, begged for mercy, their tear-streaked faces filled with despair.
A desperate attempt to make him feel guilty.
But instead of guilt, all it earned was laughter.
'Hahaha! This is a nice movie. Keep it going,! .They should've told me ahead of time—I would've brought some popcorn.'
