Not going to call uncle

"You and I are nothing alike!" A snarl of rage flecked his lips with blood and ichor, and he made as if to spring at the apparation again before he checked his rush. He had already proven he could not touch the spirit, and it seemed to be fading anyway. But the self-righteous, smug voice of the ghost speaking his lies drove the ooze-sickened Eligos to the brink of full madness. "I will end your misbegotten branch, Heretic!" he raged, leaning forward with every muscle tight and quivering with longing. "Every root and leaf, every child and grandchild you spawned. May they give you comfort for your failure as you burn in hell." He felt nearly feverish as the madness snapped at his mind, like it burned through every vein. "The world will never remember your name, Heretic. I will erase your existence! You... will... be... nothing."