Dementus You fabulous thing. You crawled out of a pitiless grave, deeper than hell. Only one thing that is going to do that for you. Not hope. Hate. No shame in hate. It's one of the greatest forces of nature. Dementus Was she your mother? Sister? Did she beg, did she scream? The ones that yell the least tend to stick in my mind. Dementus I don't fear the loss of bliss in Heaven. Or retribution in Hell. And I've got a fiendishly high pain threshold.