Crowner

The Barnslake Killer: I want to stop being bored, Sherlock Holmes. At first, it started off with just a few. Moderation. But then, I got carried away. I wanted more.
Sherlock Holmes: You tried to kill me.
The Barnslake Killer: Yes, I did. A pity it didn't come off. It would have been a marvellous feather in my cap. All the same, I might still get that feather.

"Then, by far the worst, the center of the lab. A tank of tainted green nutritive liquid containing the greatest abomination the Druchii had ever created. She had somehow fused and perverted several dozen soulstones. She had turned shelter from the Old Enemy into a prison of pain and absurdity. The psionic waves emitted by this abortion still caused him mental pain even in this distant memory. The souls of the Eldar within were twisted, mixed together, and in unspeakable torment. He touched the tank and heard the distorted voices begging him to stop it as they would rather face the Old Enemy than continue to exist in this state."

"You and your precious cousin... I'll make sure to peel you apart slowly for all this trouble. I'm going to enjoy watching you scream in agony until your faces are frozen with true horror."

"You kidnap and brainwash our friend, you set Kuyou down upon us, you used us like toys... all so you can destroy the world with Alucard? All I see before me is a misguided fool that is going to be cast down into Hell."