Pain.
All I see is pain.
My followers savage and kill anypony they come across. Small resistances are barely able to hold together. Once great towns and cities are crumbling and burning under the weight of evil that crushes Equestria.
Last week, do you know what I saw? He was 6. Standing bravely on his mothers still body, he waved his stick around in a weak attempt to protect her. He was killed without thought. Terror like this continues everyday non-stop.
It hurts me too, my lord. but until you've rectified what you did to me, I shall see to it that pain will rule.