Standing at the top is lonely.
The freedom that came with the journey is lost and what's left is only you yourself.
And hate, just like planned, there was so much hate; and he wore that hate alone because no one else would.
So when the time came for all that hatred to turn into joy, he should have felt relief. Evertyhing went as planned. The world was free. He should've been freed with it.
But of course he had done a lot of evil too, it would have been too easy for him just to go.
Nunnally figured it out. Probably others as well. But mostly people were screaming and crying with joy, that was fine, it was the plan afterall. But still the fact that some people knew, and forgave him; hurt.
The plan was to set the world free, and die while knowing that the new world didn't have a place for him, so it should be fine to die, for everyone at least.
But Nunnally and a few others knew. And that was where things went wrong.
That created feelings.
Regret, fear, sadness.
If he could be forgiven, could he live in this world he created too?
God, he wanted to stay.
All this time he had endured everything, so why couldn't he enjoy the new world with everyone?
As his vision began to blur and he listened to Nunnally scream his cursed mind went for a roll of flashbacks.
He wanted to cry too, he wanted to live.
But it didn't matter.
As his mind slowly began to blacken, he wished that he could cry and take everything back. Be selfish one last time and find another solution.
But it was too late already.
And as Nunnally screamed her love for him and the shouts of happiness faded, he couldn't help but smile, because it was his own plan and of course it worked, even if he regretted it now.
He didn't have any strenght left so he should just give up then.
"Yes, I have...destroyed the world...and created...a..new."
He just wished that the world he created would have a place for him too.