Existence Denied

I rage until the last one falls. One by one, the ignorant are slain and fall to their knees in either humility or painful agony. Even they must know that the end is near. From within my own darkness, I summon a swell of negativity. It is a black hole of hatred that reaps the life of all its surroundings in a blissful array of all the colors of my heart.

There is, of course, only one remaining; the one I'm not supposed to be able to defeat. Zidane stands before me tainted pink. What could it signify? Soverignty? Or perhaps the qualities of a true hero, who thinks with his heart? His desire for a better world is far outweighed by my anger to destroy it. The monkey shocks me with his strength and lets out an attack of devastating proportions. My body is scarred badly, but you cannot kill someone who has already died inside. Bleeding from the various parts of my body, I wreck the remaining soul with a storm or energy; sure enough the almighty perish, proving once again that fate and destiny do not mean shit when faced with an overwhelming adversity such as a demon consumed by madness.

The corpses fall into the sky; quite a strange, but beautiful sight. All that remains is the Crystal of Creation and I, both floating amidst all the devastation and blackness of the center of the universe. I hold it tightly in both my hands, unsure,after all that I had done, what to do. After all the trialsin my life andmy overcoming of all expectations, I can still be unsure? There's no time for doubt; I'll waste time thinking…when time no longer exists.

The Crystal shatters and gives birth to an unforeseen obstacle, perhaps my most difficult yet. The catalyst of power warps me into what appears to be a distorted rendition of Ancient Rome. The buildings lay crushed before me, begging to be asked, "What the hell is this?" Is this the home of the creator—among the destroyed?

The envoy of pseudo-democracy appeared. It stood for all that was fair and just, creating equality for all people, and all that other bullshit. But what do you think it's first reaction was? It attacked: without pause, without hesitation, without even thinking about its own virtues thatit was breaking. There can be no more doubt, for all is abolished floating before the creator of all life,who isas unworthy of the title as the next pathetic creature.

"The Roman Coliseum; a worthy resting place for this poor God. The rise and fall of creation shall come into effect soon, in the empire that too fell in this world's history. The overall ironyproves to be a great plot twist in my script. Rome fell, not due to enemies from other nations, but from rebellion, mutiny, greed, and sin from within. This creature is the same; almost an embodiment of what happened to Rome. At one time, I might have respected it, but it has long since been corrupt and is on the verge of falling off the edge of an angelic history textbook. Let I, the Dark Messenger, give you a push."

"I turn the page."