How pathetically droll your pen has become. In addition to an utter lack of imagination and finesse, you lack originality as well? Perhaps in the future, rather than attempt to emulate Me, you should learn from Me. Regardless, I've offered you a manner by which you can get out of this current predicament with a modicum of pride, but it is obvious to Me that you are only interested in your own glory. So I withdraw My offer to avert war for the _second_ time. Hyperventilate all you wish, woman, for I have ceased paying attention to your inane ramblings. May the gutted remains of your followers and their allies contribute to My Dark Power.

In Darkness and Death,
Twilight, Lord of Strife

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Sarapin, in the year 246 AF.