[Irisviel sips her tea, a small frown forming. Alas, it's already cooled more than she would like.]
He is here as the god Balor. Berserker is the name he has given me.
[She knows of a third name for him, but that one feels too personal to give. He is Balor, he is Berserker, any other names can only be his to give as he wishes.]
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[Irisviel sips her tea, a small frown forming. Alas, it's already cooled more than she would like.]
He is here as the god Balor. Berserker is the name he has given me.
[She knows of a third name for him, but that one feels too personal to give. He is Balor, he is Berserker, any other names can only be his to give as he wishes.]