None of them understood his reasoning. He did this to make a new world, a better one. It would be one without crime, and sin
So why did they resist? Surely their inferior thought processes were capable of appreciating this? Those who died had all done something to deserve punishment, and the ones that hadn't had tried to stop the divine hand of justice. They had no right.
Slender lips curved upwards as a report of yet another arrest rolled across the screen, and a long-fingered hand jotted down the name belonging to the face now fixed in his mind.
Those who disbelieved, they didn't deserve to live long enough to see his plans for a new world come to fruition.
They, all the unworthy, would die by his hand.