"It's amazing that you've lived for all of these years, Delter. What has it been? Twenty, twenty-two years? It's incredible what the mind can accomplish.
You're the people we live to hate. Your animus; that stubborn, strong force of will is the only thing that's keeping you alive. But what drives your will, Delter? Trying to find the person that took your soul away from you?"

"You took it from me."

"Me? You have it all wrong you sad, sad, waste of flesh. You killed yourself, you destroyed your own soul by giving up. The one and only time I would have gave a thousand lives to see happen, is when you died on the inside. That's when people like you become mine. But, alas. Lo and behold the God you pray to had to intervene. He kept that head of yours from losing all of that blood. He hid your wounds from the people that still believed you were alive. Moreover, he hid you from the people that already knew that you were dead.
I hate looking at you. The sight and aura that is you makes me sick. If all human beings could drive themselves up and away from their problems like you do, I'd never have any souls to eat and call mine. I'd be dead like you, Delter. It is will like yours that creates God in the first place. It's what drives these stupid bastards to keep breathing. What else can he do for you, when I've already destroyed what he's created?"

"I'll show you what I want."

"And if you fail, would you please tell them that I am God, hm?"