I daresay this shall prove useful.

{sounds of steel being sharpened on stone}

mason

{screeching noises, like rusted metal bars dripping blood}

So. James.

Wanna get a drink?

... I strangely desire chicken.

That is all.

I have already made an example of one with silver hair. His body lays exposed to all, heart beating in an open chest.

Who is next?

She is Here.

It is Time.

Brother is here. Mother is coming.

All is well, all is well.

{lots of static}
For the record, my name is Xuchilbara. Not Red God or Red Devil or Triangle Man or Pyramid Thing.

And the Impure will be marked.

{more static}