"If I knew you'd be such an ungrateful bastard, I'd have let you die alongside the others. Such a waste of effort. How dare you put me through this much stress after everything I've done for you?" Elfin seethed, staring at Storm icily.
"Ungrateful, you say?" Storm let out a disbelieving laugh, which lasted for a few seconds and stopped abruptly. "I don't give a fuck about whatever name you wish to call me, Elfin. I have done everything you want. I have done everything to please you. Even up till now, I'm still in the process of pleasing you. But what do I get in return? Tell me, Elfin? What exactly have you done for me that I'm supposed to be grateful for? Is it the pain? The brokenness? The emptiness? The lack of regard for my feelings?"
"You were not supposed to have any feelings in the first place, but you stubbornly went to pick up something you had no business with from some filthy human." Elfin put on a disgusted demeanor.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up! VOTE for me!