Foolish children.
How they scurry about, these creatures. So full of haste, so ready for violence. So full of evil. They take and they take, and never do they return to the Planet. So much the better, for the very act of taking weakens my bonds of spirit, and soon they shall destroy my bonds of flesh. They seek me, hunting incessantly for a new way to destroy.
I must laugh at them. They seek to harness evil to do their bidding, little realizing that some forces were never meant to be harnessed. They seek to bend destruction to their own ends, but destruction is like a whipsaw, vibrating back and forth. They use it to destroy what they don't understand, but in the process they destroy themselves.
And I am the greatest destructive power of all times.
My prisoners are no more. Only one remains, and she will soon be gone. The Cetra fought to contain me, and they fought well. Yet it was my own choice to be imprisoned, for they could never be my equals. I am greater than this pitiful little planet. Nothing can defeat me.
I remember the words of my original master. "Go forth, my child, and bring Crisis to this planet. Teach them that evil is eternal." Abaddon, you were so foolish. I am greater than even you are. You spend your existence fighting with your shadow, the Guardian. You know not that you and he are the same, not only in person but in your very soul.
I have no equal. I am a force unto myself. I will not spend myself fighting against my opposite, for I have none. And one day, I shall surpass both Abaddon and the Guardian, and challenge the Creator directly. And then I shall prove to be his master. I am eternal!
But first, I shall have this small world. My messiah is almost ready. His soul is complete, but he needs a body. With my own cells he shall be made, and he shall be the product of hate, not love. Soon. The one who shall do the making is yet young, but when this earthly body is unearthed, I shall begin my work to twist his mind.
And he shall stand forth, and summon darkness from the skies, and shatter the life of this world. It will then be mine. And I shall feed off the remains, and make myself great once more. Those who took my power so long ago almost did me harm, thinking I was one of those weak creatures they called Espers. They drained my substance to power their own soldiers. For revenge, I twisted the soul of the boy-child, and made him great.
I wonder how that world is. Perhaps, my revenge was complete, and that world is fallen to my creature. Perhaps it has been destroyed. I shall know soon enough, after I defeat the Guardian. If it is still there, I may obliterate it.
I shall make the heavens tremble at my name. The word Jenova shall strike terror unto the hearts of all beings. And when I am through, I shall destroy this universe completely, for much of it displeases me. I shall be a god.
But I must begin at the beginning. And the first shovels of dirt are being lifted from my face.
This shall be so much fun…