[Fantomen]

Hear me, Steen, so called "god" of Mictlan, and shiver in fear! Long shall you regret the slaying of our innocent people. The fall of your capital was but the beginning of my vengance. The seas shall be retaken, and the rest of your empire will fall like the house of cards it resembles.

You, who draws your tainted power from weakly human virgins, bloodthirsty and cruel in your sickly excuse for divinity. You, whose physical body now lies in a pool of its own blood like a beggar by the fallen gates. You, who thought of my people, the proud descendants of earths own blood, that it would fall back to the lowliest of human savages.

I sought no war, yet my rage is terrible once awakened. I swear by the Seal, not only to destroy your fickle body, but to erase the very memory of your existance and free your people from your degenerate influence.

I swear by the Seal, and let this curse be the seal of your damnation.

Duracell, God of Agartha.