Here I am, the ghost of a damned past.
Of a defeat worse than death, than humiliation.
I was used, confused, bruised.
By the one they called Weil.
He tricked me, told me of a future that was never possible.
A perfect utopia where everyone was safe, with absolute order.
That is what I was promised, and what I fought for.
First as a sculpture, of newly awakened power.
Then as a giant, able to rule over all that were below me.
Then, as his copy. As the Omega to his Zero.
I was his ultimate challenge, not just physically, but mentally.
A battle fought in the deepest depths of his mind.
I was the yang to his yin, the evil to his good.
I stood before him, as a question.
A question that he answered.
I now stand before you, little hero.
Trapped in this phantasm of time itself.
Sealed away in a section of space that will never let me escape it.
Never allowing the chance to recover from my sins.
Instead stuffed here, for all of eternity.
Forced to kill anyone who dares cross these halls.
I have slaughtered many, those unwise enough as to come here.
But here you are, little hero.
Saviour of modern day earth.
Was it fun?
Did you enjoy it?
Doing the exact mission that the blue bomber failed to do centuries ago? Over and over?
Is this how you wanted it?
To murder dozens more innocent machines, people, reploids.
Simply because you thought that what you were doing was right?
Is this the outcome you wanted?
Was it because they told you to?
Was it because you wanted to?
Or perhaps, there is someone out there, telling you to do it? Out of our known universe?
Yet here you are, little hero.
You stand in front of me, as I stand in front of you.
You wanted this, didn't you?
You sought this fight, coming here on your own accord.
You didn't have to, the battle has been won.
The last boss beaten, the last level completed.
Even so, here you are.
Biometals ready.
Toys you cling to so much.
As if they will save you.
Do you know who I am?
If you think you do, you do not!
I am everything that society rejects.
The solution that everyone hates, and no one offers.
The idealized world that will never come to pass.
An opportunity forgotten, and shoved away.
I am Omega. I am the definition of a perfect world, of cleansing by insanity, by sheer force of will.
Do you not believe me?
Am I just another boss to you?
You wear Zero clothing, yet you know not his name sake.
Let me show you, little hero.
Let us commence a battle far too long in the conclusion.
Let me show you, Hard Revenge.