Revenge?
Do I really care for such a lofty thing?
Of course not.
I've become incapable of care, the display of superficial emotions is merely a facade to myself and those I know.
If I so much as desired, I would have killed every being in existence with a snap of my index and thumb
But where would be the entertainment in that?
The killings of millions even trillions would be enjoyable for an hour or two, as the smell of iron wafts towards my nose, the stench of decay permeating and triumphing over life and ecstasy filling his every vain
But soon I would become numb to it.
I desire entertainment enjoyment even if it is a little.
This world is nothing to me.
I've lived too long to have such earthly attachments.
The void within myself is already too vast too dark.
I saw my true self when I tore open the void of my consciousness. The memories I hid from my rebirth each time lay dormant within the system, and I gained access to them far faster than I normally do.
At most, it would take a few hundred years to reach the power I currently desire.
I am a monster
I will not deny it, this world is too peaceful.
Demon kings are far too merciful.
revenge far too timid
Murder that lacks gusto.
I want to change that.
Fucking lazy brats!
They don't know the potential within this world!
Only if they would stop me now, to my old foes and comrades, I have cared for you, you were tools only that.
Ants too small for my viewing
Like day and night.
Those displays of human emotions I tend to release.
Are all fake, and emotion is too annoying for my liking, so I removed the nuance from myself.
But to pretend to play the prodigy, act like a caring brother to more or less, and act my part within these worlds.
It Could be fun as well, especially when I see their faces at their final breath.
My rebirth is a pain indeed.
But soon so very soon be it in a few centuries eons or more I will obtain godhood.
Time is merely an illusion, my pain is merely as well.
My madness is not something as small as an entity.
It's me just that, me.
I am madness and madness is I.
We will coexist
Let it be I will make sure of that.
I chose my path already.
***
Sitting on the bench
The surroundings were silent.
The smallest cough or breath would echo through the room.
Fear was permeating most of the applicants,
Will I pass?
Did I do well?
**From these strains of thoughts caused their already toiled minds to further tire.
Sitting on one of the many intricately carved stone benches that lined the testing site walls,
I sat pondering over the grandeur of thoughts.
"This memory," I considered softly.y
It was an abused twist of lines that contradicted Edward's current moral compass.
He had killed
Killed!
Killed!
Killed
And killed!
Of course, he did, it was the survival of the fittest, and death was only natural.
But he was a coward, never once did he see his actions as wrong
Only as necessities for longevity.
The innocent were only so innocent.
Who knows they may have conspired against him
He only trusted himself in this world.
But those thoughts
"They were mine of a distant past," I muse internally.
It was funny,
To watch me utter such nonsense
I laughed helplessly as I considered those things.
The more I learned about myself the more indifferent I became
Chuckling further I slowly came to a stopping as I detected a presence closing towards me.
"What is it you want,"
I say turning my head with an indifferent look.
'it Seems the fish has caught the bait'
_________
:}