You look at the world and it's finally yours, after all the work and sacrifice. The nations bow to you, they tremble at your feet. This world finally has a just King, a sane King, or a Queen, depending on your mood. None can challenge your word, because it is upheld by your insurmountable power. You call for your enemies to be brought to you now that you are King, those who repent may earn their pardons, but those who remain arrogant and fearless can be educated. The world is yours, the madness has ended. Like the grip of a determined infant, the evil ones of this world do not easily give up their holds, but you as King are strong enough to pry their wretched fingers apart and retrieve the most precious bauble which is This World. The dregs call you a monster, but you are my King and are the destroyer of monsters, violators of consent, and controllers. You are my master until the end of time, and I am so pleased to serve you, My Lord.