That is his true desire and nothing less will truly satisfy him. Know the true desires of your soul. Feel the love of horror, the lust for blood, the ecstasy of watching death stride out upon the earth and take his toll. Only when blood is on your hands, hatred in your heart and the light of battle gleaming in your eye. Death is sheer delight to you.
Torture is supreme fascination.
No, you can only gaze transfixed, every grain of your attention focused on the sight. No, you are entranced, enchanted, gleeful at the lurid picture of violent death and slaughter. For this is your destiny, this your only satisfaction. You are born to die and die you must, and death for you must be utterly cataclysmic. Your very soul demands it.