"He grinned above the growing pool of blood black, reflecting his face dark as though a mirror made of deepest onyx. Sickening parts once of a purer whole lay scattered on the gritty ground around him, each releasing the same tarry essence soon to rot into forgotten eons. Those spreading stains served as the only elegies to the creature who, moments prior, was screaming in writhing agony whilst that demon reveled in every shriek. I could only stare agape at this nonchalant insanity incarnate standing unrepentant over but his latest achievement.
‘Are you mad?' The words escaped me before reason could hush them in this Promethean torturer's presence.
A guttural chuckle dripping with sarcasm served as my reply. He spit on one of the pieces and lifted both arms in gesture.
‘Me? Look around you, human. All these others watching, quiet, indifferent... understanding. Not a single exclamation at my alleged madness.' The sadist pointed back to me.
‘But from you I hear the only accusation. Out of these dozens, you alone have screamed my condemnation. Consider that.'
He stepped up to me. Bared his teeth in terrifying smile. I could smell the putridity of that recent victim in his breath. The voice dropped to a harsh whisper.
‘You come from a different world. Consider what you observe here. Realize you are the one out of place. Do you see? Can you understand the irony in your charge?' He licked his dripping, cracked lips.
‘Tell me, human: are you not the mad one?'"
- God Chronicles, First Chapter, MC167