Blood-Envy for the Unworthy
Oh, my stupid slaughter kin.  How many thousands will you mutilate before you learn to make their blood spill worthy of Father's altar? You deceive your god with these mindless flayings, and our temple, no my temple, decays because of it. It can't be so. It mustn't be so. The favourite of Bhaal must be one worthy of his name. One who serves him, and only him. If you insist on shouldering the yoke of these other so-called Chosen, then I will craft you a better one. A worm, to make you mindless as the altar-meat you butcher. And I will restore this temple in Bhaal's true image. A glorious vision, built atop your festering corpse.