— Die! Perish! Who gave you permission to breathe?
In the first era, there was a man on the side that was called Good.
But even amongst them, he was clearly different.
His anger, resentment, overwhelming killing intent, his curse for the enemies — everything was stronger, deeper.
Although it was true that the side of Good was generally brutal and destructive, he towered above them all.
Maybe it would be better to say that the hatred was the only thing he had in common with them.
And so, he kept fighting armed with his hate alone.
Be there countless foes or superior allies, he would plunge into the fiercest battlefield, alone.
He’s a fool, completely insane. What’s wrong with him?
When I first saw him run wild, my only feeling was of contempt. But in the next moment, this emotion changed into astonishment.
— Where’s Evil? Where’s that scum? I will destroy it all, leave no trace behind.
He would not accept death. He would not suffer defeat.
No matter how hopeless the situation was, he still lived through and kept killing.
Twisting the reasoning, overwhelming any human logic...
Through his wicked path to Hell, with a sword alone, he entered God’s domain.
In the whole six subsequent worlds, not a single person could match this man born in the very first era, who kept fighting, ceaselessly taking lives over and over.
Hitting, gouging, chopping, again and again.
There’s no equal to him in how much blood he shed, and how much blood washed over him.
Looking at them, and hearing their agony.
He alone eradicated the whole universe.
— I am not Good? Well, that’s just perfect. Then I will become Evil that eats preys on Evil.
Without mortification, without regret, rejecting everything, the one who feels no remorse over his evil deeds.