It seems to be vastly misunderstood, but I do not like the war. Nor do I kill more than necessary.
There was just a whole bunch of those I couldn't abide. So, they kept me busy all the time.
I had no option to disregard them — that’s how I was from birth.
Nothing would change for good if I tried to oppose myself.
So, I took the sword, and went with that way of living, giving it my all.
Without deep meaning or complicated circumstances.
I was hitting, gouging, chopping, again and again.
Looking at them, and hearing their agony, shedding blood and being drenched in it.
For me, it wasn’t different from eating or excreting, a most basic and simple part of life.
“Take it easy”, “You’ve done enough” — I’d been hearing all these things from those concerned about me. But it just sounded like a pointless drivel.
Even now, I still cannot grasp it.
If you really think about me, then do not pull my legs.
In every single second whilst they were twaddling, how much scum were running around wreaking havoc?
By indulging in that hypocrisy, they committed countless mistakes that could never be rectified.
For me, the enemy of my enemy would never become an ally.
In fact, to my knowledge, they were worse than just foes.
So, it’s unnecessary. I do not need allies.
There isn’t a single person I want to walk through my life with.
In the end, no one was left. I killed everyone.
The previous God, the Good, the Evil, even my brothers in arms.
Standing alone in the wasteland of carnage… that’s how the Truth described me.
Although I wouldn’t want to be compared to that brat Hajun, in a sense, we might be birds of a feather.
I sought the extermination.
Those impeding me from the filth disposal were an eyesore — I eliminated them.
In the end, only me and the very source of the world’s Evil were left.
The ultimate venom.
What a clarity! Truly it was refreshing.
I am the Remorseless. I have not a single ounce of regret over the mountain of corpses left on my wicked path to Hell.
Embracing sin and punishment alike — there’s nothing else to say about my universe.
With that, I could’ve just disappeared.
But for me, who knew neither shame nor regret, the very concepts of grief or introspection did not exist, so I had no self-destructive thoughts.
Still, I was sure of one thing.
Amongst my children born in Paradise Lost, someone would certainly reach the Divine Throne.
Your sin and punishment are both mine.
Because under the chosen law, my shameless deeds would be repeated by my children.
If I could do it, so could they.
Turning the world into almost the same one would’ve been boring.
Then there’s no reason to give up on the Throne.
As I said, I had no self-destructive thoughts, and if it would be all the same — then I won’t surrender the Throne.
I will choose my demise myself.
In the Hell where evil feeds on evil, I won’t concede the Throne until there blooms the flower different from the Remorseless.
And Nerose Satanael arose.
Seeing the flourishing Morning Star ahead, I left everything to him.
With the duality of good and evil, and the endless chain of sin and punishment ceasing, I finally embraced the feeling of relief.
And yet.
— It was just a worthless farce. Truly vexing.
One law takes the place of another, even now this world is constantly changing.
It is no different from the Shinga’s era.
— I misread the whole thing.
Yes, misread. I need to recall the long-forgotten truth.
I wanted to eliminate the fault in this disgusting world’s rule.
After overthrowing the Truth, and taking the Throne, I made a mistake.
I failed to recognize that the root of everything was in a much deeper place.
And if it is so, there’s but one thing to do.
— Extirpate. This time, completely.
And after this, eradicating all the successive Throne generations.
If my job wasn’t complete, I simply need to redo it from the beginning, without any remorse.
Standing alone in the wasteland of carnage — once again.
— That’s how it is, Morning Star. In vain went the history that had originated from a mistake.
— I won’t ask you to accept it — but to understand.
In the past, present, and the future alike — I do not have a single ally.
— There are only enemies, and enemies of my enemies.