This is what happens when you are talented. Power causes you to become isolated and arrogant.
It isn't always like this.
No, when you are born you are pure. And wonderful and terrible things happen.
Society influences and permanently ruins the innocent. It's like a disease, and the evil, this contamination, spreads. A cycle of pain, crime, and revenge is begun.
Quarantine.
The only cure is death.
But where is the root of the problem? To rid a garden of weeds one does not pluck them out, leaf by prickly leaf. No, one most cut off the source of life, in this case, that would be removing the entire plant, roots and all.
So where does the cycle begin?
It begins in doubt and pain and anger.
It begins in fear.
It ends in faith.
Only God can exterminate this plague of evil. But no matter how much I pray no answer is received.
But perhaps the answer was predestined. Perhaps the answer is my capability. Perhaps I am meant to be God.
I will sacrifice myself for the people in this world and for my father.
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I know now that this is the absolute truth.
Gods of Death follow my commands and all obstacles have fallen.
I am God because there is no one else.
I am pure, like a crystal. A spark of light twinkling within time. This is the absolute truth.
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I see, I see.
This is the last step, the final extermination of the evil disease for which the only cure is death.
And I am the last target.
Certainly, I am not the last carrier.
I am indeed the worst criminal out of all I have killed.
But I am also the best.
No one has a better reason than I.
No one accomplished so much good.
Not even you.
You, whose eyes have followed me past your death and all the way to mine.