Rage fills me as I remember. I cannot wipe out that which casts me. I cannot win. Ha! I will win, someway, somehow, I will prove I am no shadow. I am as real as anything else, and being real, being conscious, being able to choose and act, means I can exert my will on anything I choose.
She may have banned my consciousness from that world, but there are still others. Other worlds with other sapients willing to choose evil instead of good. When they do, I will gain a vessel again. I will find a new world and relish in the pain and anguish I can cause there.
I will win. No matter what it takes.
The pain is gone.