To the Weak, sniveling servant of the pathetic god-

You have taken our brother, and in doing so forfeit your life, your worthless god cannot save you, and cannot hide you. From the darkness and the shadows, our wrath will fall upon your head like a thousand lightening bolts, and pureifying flame will burn your wretched soul for all eternity. You will be hunted all your days, and are known to us, inside your tin suit and out..your days, and your pathetic gods, are numbered.

*a burning flame is painted in red and orange as a signature*