Proof of My Existence
By Terry-kun / Underlord Backlash
I can always hear it. His laughing. He's always the one with a smile, and a word to everyone, whether they want it or not. The higher-ups know about him and me. But he's the one they want, I know it. But I'M the one it will be. I'll be the one to become a true Goddess.
Those I've defeated are evidence of what I can do. But they're nothing. He's the one that I have to put an end to. The short kid and the Senior were hardly worth it. And their defeats didn't do anything for me. But now the others know.... now they know that I'm here. But it's not real proof yet.
The Victim. They're why we're here, so I guess you could say they're proof of my creation. Only the strongest among them can threaten me now. And once I become a real Goddess.... nothing can stop me. Nothing can hurt me. Nothing can control me. And I will have absolute proof of my power.
But..... there's still one more thing. HIM. He was the finished product. So long as he's there I'm still imperfect. I have to put him to an end. And only I can be the one to do it. And once he's gone.... I will have proof of my perfection. I will have proof of my existence.
I can always hear it. His laughing. He's always the one with a smile, and a word to everyone, whether they want it or not. The higher-ups know about him and me. But he's the one they want, I know it. But I'M the one it will be. I'll be the one to become a true Goddess.
Those I've defeated are evidence of what I can do. But they're nothing. He's the one that I have to put an end to. The short kid and the Senior were hardly worth it. And their defeats didn't do anything for me. But now the others know.... now they know that I'm here. But it's not real proof yet.
The Victim. They're why we're here, so I guess you could say they're proof of my creation. Only the strongest among them can threaten me now. And once I become a real Goddess.... nothing can stop me. Nothing can hurt me. Nothing can control me. And I will have absolute proof of my power.
But..... there's still one more thing. HIM. He was the finished product. So long as he's there I'm still imperfect. I have to put him to an end. And only I can be the one to do it. And once he's gone.... I will have proof of my perfection. I will have proof of my existence.