[He laughs again, his voice richer and deeper than Akechi's vocal chords should be capable of producing, and lightly drums red-clawed fingers against his cheek.]

A man who prides himself on his intelligence, playing the fool by not wagering a guess. I am the chaos-bringer, the havoc-wreaker, he who tricks gods and betrays kin.

[His too-long tongue again runs over his pointed teeth, licking thin lips as his eyes brighten, as if brought joy by talking about all the things he's capable of.]

I am the true spirit which dwells within Goro Akechi, the parts of him that he hides from society and that you, Damien, admire most. In another world, perhaps you could have been worthy of my mantle, you who gave Chicago a taste of your own Ragnarok.