Lezard Valeth: Welcome Valkyrie, my beloved. How long I have waited for this moment. My heart now throbs with the same exaltation as when I first laid eyes on you many months ago. Valkyrie, my lady love. I have been thinking on this since I first beheld you. Gods that exist on the same plane as the restless souls of dead humans. What manner of being are they? I have concluded that gods are very much like souls, and so I have created this vessel. I have, shall we say, reverse engineered an elf, the vessel of the gods, to fashion this homunculus. There are no other souls worthy of such an exquisite construct. Fair Valkyrie, I have crafted it for you.

Valkyrie: For the sole purpose of luring me here, you slaughtered the couple on the roof?

Lezard: That's right.

Valkyrie: And you sacrificed countless lives, both elf and human, in order to create a vessel for a single being?

Lezard: Why yes, actually. It is not the goddess within you that I lust for Valkyrie. I wish to make of you a human. It is for that that my heart burns.

Valkyrie: You are insane. How can such trivial thoughts consume you so? Humans who seek to cross beyond their designated boundaries invite more than death-- they invite total annihilation!