It was me who first lit the spark to the dormant coals that would fuel such a hellish fire that waded gruffly and trundled along underneath the surface gathering substance and vitriol and broken dreams until the thunder and the gurgling grew and grew and no force on Earth could reverse it. What sprung forth was rage and remorse and God like wrath upon them both.
So innocently without knowledge I opened the gates of Hell.
A Master that serves his portions of pure evil in thirty year dream-like passages of time. All the intricate tumblers of fate and consequence finally click and release their violent yearnings.
So it was me who began it all at the beginning. How very droll.
Do you know they had such things as