Filii dwells deep inside of himself to conjure up the most powerful of his antagonizing, yet physically harmless, curses.

He chants as the power surges around him.
[i]"Ut det mihi, sacrilegas patris potestate.
Cum auro atque iudicandi torquet insontes animarum imis timoribus et luctum mihi.
Rupere foedus impius a patre: hanc mihi det."[/i]

"May the unholy father grant me the power.
To torture the purest of souls with their deepest fears and heartache.
Unholy father, grant this to me."

[i]A lingering demonic whisper floods Fenris' mind... the loudest whisper imagined... gurgling out;[/i]
"I was there when your parents parished. You didn't see me but I saw you... and the werewolves shared their souls with me and I will never forget such a grand feast of proper horror and despair."