#47 The Nature of Evil
Melkor looked out of his fortress of Utumno with a malicious grin as he surveyed the destruction all around him. Far and wide as far as he could see, what once was the lush green lands of Arda was now reduced to barren wastelands and rubble.
His servants were busy slaving away, periodically falling and being lashed with whips to get back up by a stronger, eviler servant. Melkor smirked. This was what he lived for. What he craved. Let his brother Manwë and the other silly Valar live in their peaceful realm back in Valinor. They were foolish, all of them! This is what life is all about, to take everything and to control those weaker than you.
It matters not, for soon I will control all of Arda with an iron grip, and everyone will bow down to me – including my brother, he thought to himself. Melkor laughed. It was just a matter of time.