voice test canon is darksiders 2

[the_pale_rider]

"And thus from Death, came Life." Is that what he said? Well, it matters not to me, what matters is that man was returned, and the crime was erased, that is all. Though somehow, I feel as if that is not enough for you. Very well, I will humor your....whatever you call this for a time, but I will tell you now. I have little patience such mundane pastimes.

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[drivenblades]

Were your patience their concern. A common fate for those taken is to be cast into masquerades called games...but my concern looks to man, for you return them to an Earth sunk in their ashes.

[the_pale_rider]

I said I would restore man, I never said I would restore their world.

[Har. He's an ass.]

And man is a craft race. Young, fragile, and foolish, but crafty. They will survive.

[drivenblades]

[Man, 98% of the universe is an ass. Draven laughs, a shaking sound that muffles his first two words.]

The demons won't spare them. Then the crime will be yours.

[Different ideas as to what the crime really is? Probable.]

[the_pale_rider]

If the demons wish to tip the balance once more, then by all means, they can go right ahead. But I will be having a few words with them right after.....that is, if I feel like talking. [And given that he only seems to enjoy talking with his horse, crow, or siblings, it will be a very short conversation.]

[drivenblades]

[Draven bows his head, a reverent silence, then speaks. A little distant. A little unwilling.]

That must happen...

[And he sees no better way. Becoming King of the Dead is Draven's first step - let Hell fall to the Horsemen.]

Demons were not to blame for the early fall of man.

[the_pale_rider]

And neither was my brother.

[Careful Draven, you're walking on thin ice. If Death even so much as senses you implying that man's extinction was War's fault, he will gut you.]

[drivenblades]

[Bro. None of that's in working order. Gutting him'd be like lopping off a frostbitten middle toe.]

War is the last I would accuse.

[Backpedaling? A step. Not (Draven would insist) for fear, but that information is best given where it means something. Not here, beyond time, this nebula of nothing.]

Though I hope they come to share your sense in defying the Council.