sorcerousWould you fear me?
The tesseract asunder, the very real, the ether swelling with power. When I return, the Scepter will be in my hand, and I will tear that kingdom to pieces, rend it and grind it between my teeth, let the thorns sweep that damnable village --
...well, I may spare the boy, as he is just a pup.
...and the girl, I have told her I will teach her, and she is a dark little thing.
And I suppose I have done enough to the little Stark princess.
Sif? -- You go too far. I will not be cowed by you. I will spare none of them, and it is thanks to your insolence. What else can I do, when I have come from the dark? It is within me, now. It sticks as tar does, and it is cold as the void between the stars. I cannot live in the light, and thus the light must be destroyed.
I have an army. I will it, and they have it done.