I am a Barbarian. And I am at the Gates of Hell!
Barbarian at the Gates!
You believe that pitchforks can keep me at bay? Over the years, I have cultivated and experienced all types of pain, barring none. What can you threaten me with? What am I to be afraid of?
Death? I have never feared Death.
My greatest enemy is boredom. The only thing that can stand in my way is myself. For I am Greatest Under Heaven.
Send me your mightiest. Send me your champions. I will curse them and watch them flail about in pain.
I crave a demon who could match my malice. An archangel who can match my spirit.
And these little creatures come at me, with farming tools? Am I merely the earth beneath their feet?
My shiver will make any earthquake tremble.
With a slash from my sword, your world will end. I raise it to the sky and the heavens itself is burst.
Call me the Bringer of Rain. The Hellraiser. The Devourer of Worlds.
I am Destruction. Remember that.