You could burn. You could be a flaming skeleton wielding a sword in the night. People would see you coming from miles away and wonder and marvel, until you got close enough for them to realize how much danger they were truly in.
You could slaughter villages and hoard their gold and precious possessions. You could force them to prepare feats and banquets in your honour. You could have them dance, sing and entertain you. You could nod and plates heaped with food would be placed in front of you.
You could eat, could gorge yourself, but never be satisfied.