It Has Come To This: A Monologue for STrahd in the Final Encounter

So. It has come to this.

I brought you here to help me break the cycle that holds this land in shadow and torment. Instead, you have followed fate's blind dictates like a child heeds the direction of a parent. You have defied me at every turn. You have scorned my hospitality. You have slain my retainers, destroyed my property.

And for what? To gain power, that you might best me? Kill me? Ridiculous.

I am the Ancient. I am the Land. You cannot kill me, in any way that truly matters, slaves of destiny.

If you had done as I asked, I would have forgiven much. We all could have walked free, in the sunlight, loving and loved. Instead . . . you spurned my offer, and what is worse...

YOU TOOK WHAT WAS MINE.

You wrenched my beloved Tatyana from me AGAIN.

This is my land. These are my people. I paid for it all, with blood and steel, and pain, and tears, and my own death. I came as liberator, not conqueror. They owe me everything, and I take only what I need, and what is mine by right. If I cannot escape this fate, then I will embrace it, and if I cannot leave Barovia, I will enlarge it. I will conquer other lands, like those from which you came, and bring them into my shadow. But you? You will never see it.

Now, little heroes. You. Will. Die.

performed here https://youtu.be/y6KtMsBhy_A