"Tell me, Fanatic. Why have you returned? We summoned you to help us take Merthin. Now that it is done, we have no further use for you."
Zellos's mouth spread in a gross imitation of a smile. "No further use for us? Do you truly think that our actions here were because of you, betrayer noble?"
"Naturally," the noble snorted. "We summoned you here, we gave you passage to our world. We directed you to our foes, and allowed you to gorge yourselves on their slaughter."
"And? Do you think we could not have done it without you? What confidence do you have that we were the pawns in your plan, and not the other way around? Besides, our cause is a lot more righteous than yours."
"I highly doubt that," the noble scoffed.
"You wish only for power, an utterly despicable motivation. I wish to see my Lord's goals become a reality. To see our betrayal avenged, and I will slaughter whoever I must to make it a reality."
