I lean over, and whisper into the man's ears.
"You have a choice now: you may give up, and concede your life to this cruel desert. After all, there is nothing left for you here; might as well give up on this meaningless life and let your wretched soul descend to some danker, darker hell than this one.
Or, you can take up the righteous path of vengeance... the path of hate. The path of Ira-Erazmin. You can have your way with the world, gouge its eyes just as it gouged yours. All you need do is pray to it, pray by hate's true name... Worship the truest of gods, that primal bastion of hate. Pray to Ira-Erazmin.
Whisper words of venom, let it be.
(18)
"Yes. Yes... I see now. If the world wishes to stomp on me while I am reduced to such a pitiful state, then I shall take my pound of flesh from the world in turn. Ira-Erazmin. Give me the power to reduce the world to ashes. My hate burns."
The man is still suffering, but it has been pushed to the back of his mind by his burning hatred. You satiety remains steady, but does not increase. He is however, on the brink of death by dehydration and sunstroke, and quite delirious, which is why it was so easy to convert him. You might want to try and do something about this. Try to find a way out of the desert maybe?
You are a ravenous poltergeist (5% Satiation, Rank 1, 2 (1) Worshiper)
Your sphere of vitriol allows you to ignite feelings of rage and hatred in medium-sized groups of people, inciting riots and lynchings. You can create small balls of acid and control moderate amounts of naturally occurring acid. You might even gift an individual with overpowering feelings of vitriol warping their mind, allowing them to go beyond the limits of their body for a while, though at a cost as they reject the weakness that keeps them back, their body suffering to keep up with their demands, building up a backlash that would be released sooner or later.