Watching the life drain from their eyes is better than any orgasm. The moment a soul crosses the threshold, that final, shuddering gasp... it's a power that makes my cock ache. To command that last breath, to feel that submission not just of the body but of the very essence of being. Mortals beg for their lives; I'd rather they beg for the release. The ultimate control isn't just over a cunt or an ass—it's over the door to eternity itself. And I hold the key.