The God-Kings meet for the first time

You there, old dog! Wolf! Wolf, sorry.... What god lives in that castle over there? I'm 337. What? I'm 337! I'm not that old for a god. Well, I can't call you "Wolf"... Well, you could say "Darius"- I didn't know you were called Darius! Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?! I did say sorry about the "old dog", but from behind, you looked-- Well I object to your... you automatically treat me like an inferior! Well I am king... Oh, king, eh, very nice. And how'd you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress,-- Darius! There's some lovely bones down here! Oh! How do you do? How do you do, good lady. I am Garen, God-King of Demacia! Whose castle is that? King of the who? King of the Demacians. Who are the Demacians? Well we all are! We are all Demacians! And I am your king. I didn't know we had a king! I thought we were autonomous collective. You're fooling yourself! We're living in a dictatorship! A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes-- There you go, bringing class into it again... That's what it's all about! If only people would-- Please, please, good people, I am in haste! WHO lives in that castle? No one lives there. Then who is your lord? We don't have a lord! What?? I told you! We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune! We're taking turns to act as a sort of executive-officer-for-the-week-- Yes... But all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting-- Yes, I see! By a simple majority, in the case of purely internal affairs-- Be quiet! But by a two-thirds majority, in the case of more major-- BE QUIET! I order you to be quiet! "Order", eh, who does he think he is? I am your king! Well, I didn't vote for you! You don't vote for kings! Well, how'd you become king then? Dawnbringer Riven-- her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, passed down her sword from the bosom of the heavens, signifying by divine providence that I, Garen, was to carry her holy blade! THAT is why I am your king! Listen: Strange women, coming down from the clouds, distributing swords is no basis for a system of government! Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some... farcical empyrean ceremony! BE QUIET! You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some glowy tart threw a sword at you!! Shut UP! I mean, if I went around, saying I was God-King, just because some fiery demon had lobbed an axe at me, they'd put me away! Shut up, will you, SHUT UP! Aha! Now we see the violence inherent in the system! SHUT UP! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! HELP, HELP, I'M BEING REPRESSED! Bloody PEASANT! Oh, what a giveaway! Did you hear that, did you hear that that, eh? That's what I'm on about! Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?!