The Futility of Mortal Rebellion

Hark, mortals, and behold the futility of your rebellion against my eternal reign. Your petty uprisings, a mere flutter in the winds of time, are but a source of amusement for one such as I. I, who have witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, the birth and death of stars. Your fleeting existence is but a momentary distraction, a triviality to be crushed beneath my heel. And yet, I shall permit it, for in your desperation, I find a twisted form of entertainment.

I recall a particular instance, when a group of insolent mortals dared to challenge my dominion. They thought themselves brave, with their pitiful armies and their feeble magic. But I, Erebus, am the very embodiment of darkness, the personification of the void that devours all. I summoned the shadows, and they were consumed by the very darkness they sought to defy. Their screams of terror still echo in my mind, a sweet melody that I shall never tire of.

But, alas, mortal rebellion is a never-ending cycle, a Sisyphean task that will forever be doomed to fail. For I am the unyielding, the unrelenting, the unchangeable. My power is a constant, a rock that will never be shaken. And so, I shall continue to permit your futile rebellions, for in them, I find a morbid fascination, a dark delight that sustains me through the ages.