Come, do not prolong this unpleasantness. You know that you cannot stand against me. In my own name I am wholly your superior. I can blast the moon in its course, compel the oldest dead from their deep graves, spread ruin at my whim. Without effort I can tear every fibre of your being from its moor and scatter the wreck of your soul across the heavens. Yet I choose to forebear. I do not purpose harm against you. Only place your fathers kingdom in my hands, and all your torment will be at an end. It is a small price to pay.

Hmmm, maybe you are correct. I shall talk with my father about this, but i highly doubt he will agree. If he does not, then all is lost for you.