Fetzer, as my soul wanders the land in triumph, yours must wander in confusion. You Lightmongers always have a weak spot... yours is your wife. If it is any consolation, I have no need of either you or her again. Should your hate for me drive you to taking up arms against me, know that I will win. I will always win. It is my nature. I think many people in my situation would sum it all up with a Muha, but I will just give you an ethereal salute, and fade into the night. Have a really marvelous evening, Lightmonger.
-the Sinistar

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Aeguary, in the year 248 AF.