I looked around the destroyed area below me. This planet that had once been so beautiful, so full of life, was now a barren hellhole of a place. The people that once inhabited this planet had a saying: The higher you are, the farther you have to fall. This planet that had more life than possibly any other planet in the galaxy, had taken its final fall to the depths of annihilation. True to the saying, Earth had fallen farther than any one of the planets the Yeerks had conquered.
Six billion. That is a number that is larger than the most complex mind can imagine. Six billion skeptical, unaware, free human lives had been taken. The Yeerks had taken those lives of sentient beings and stomped on them and laughed. They had laughed and laughed. They were fools.
What they did helped the evil beyond evil. And that evil would someday kill the ones who killed. It was a chain. And what they did bound the chain even tighter, made it even harder to break. And the harder it is for the chain to break, the stronger He becomes. He is Crayak, the nemesis of me, who some call Ellimist. He is the executioner of worlds, the evil that inhabits the darkest corners of the mysterious nights. The nights where humans would lay in bed, afraid of the smallest noise. They had good reason to be fearful, even though they knew not what was causing that fear.
Crayak is merciless. He willingly murders his own creations. He creates evil to kill off good, and then to be massacred by a greater evil. Sometimes I wonder if his creations know that he wishes for them to someday be slaughtered, and have another take their place, or be merely slaves under him.
Many have asked whether I am one or we are many. They do not understand. But those who have wisdom and understanding someday will comprehend it. It doesn't matter whether I am single or plural, one or many. All that matters is that I fight Crayak. He is evil. That must make me good. And that's all that matters. All that matters is that there is someone, anyone who can try to save six billion lives.