Better long torment than a quick death. It is not enough simply to kill the living — they must be made to despair, to abandon their hopes and ideals, to become complicit in horrors themselves before they are slain. Deaths born out of the culmination of such degradations please the Neverborn far more than a hundred lesser slaughters.
The mighty must fall before the weak. Death visited upon the vulnerable and defenseless is a paltry offering to the Neverborn. Better to break the champions of the living — those who are looked to for hope, protection, and guidance — before turning to those under their guardianship.
Let life be drowned in death. If the worlds of the living and the dead are as one, the Neverborn might imagine themselves free of their eternal death. When shadowlands open the boundaries between Creation and the Underworld, when necromancy taints the Essence of the world, when the living walk alongside the dead — these things offer the slain ancients a transient solace.