Mava’rk. Eldritch God of Insomiphobia, Nyctophobia, and Xenophobia (fear of the unknown not the modern use for it)

Memetale: "Hah! You get no sleep-"

Mava’rk: I don’t sleep because when I do you mortals won’t be able to. Besides. Sleep isn’t something an Eldritch good of horror should do in my opinion. Sleep for one of us means humans fear more..l and when you fear more it’s harder to maintain order. Your foul attempt at an insult does no harm small goat.”

"Bold of you to assume im mortal.." She snapped.

“Bold of you to assume that the fact that your mortal or immortal makes any difference to me. You are killable all the same to my blade.” He sneered the last sentence

"Id Love to see you try." She sits down in mid air. "No, like actually, please do." She smiled, in a sarcastic tone.

“Your ignorance bores me. And your taunting doesn’t phase me. You’re a goat. Goats are just livestock. And live stock is raised to die one day. I, on the other hand, Am the shepherd. I’m the one who slaughters the livestock when it’s nessicary. And you haven’t the resources or needs to be slaughtered today.”

"Mmm. Kinky."

“I’m surrounded by idiots…”

"I aint one of them, Cheif."

“Than act like it, Sheep.”

"IM A F**KING GOAT YOU RETARD-!"

“Trust me I know… but sheep sounds so demeaning to be called… does it not?” He smirked, flashing silver fangs behind his short and messy shaven beard. “Judging by your reaction it seems it was.”

She flips him off, growling.

“Now run along Alice. Don’t want the heard to eat all the grass now would you? You need to be well fed before it’s your turn to be slaughtered.”

"Hey, Bitch. You call me Memetale or nothing at all, let me make that clear."

“Oh child… a name is just a name… I could call you Martha, or Hank and it wouldn’t make a difference.” He looked at his nails in a bored gaze

"So I can call you My bitch?"

“Doesn’t mean it’s true. A name is just a collection of sounds one uses to identify another person. They have no other meaning. When you live an eternity watching over a feeble and weak society grow from Stone Age to nuclear bombs… you learn this quickly.”

She was now on his head. "oooo. Cool."