Life... we come into it completely unaware of what it is, and we leave it the same way — unaware.What is life, really? I'm sure everyone has asked that question once, somewhere between their first breath and their last.And everyone, in their own way, finds an answer that comforts them.I had mine too.
My meaning of life... was to destroy the world.
Yes, destroy it.Not for vengeance. Not for justice. Not even for chaos.Simply because I wanted to.You might think I'm mad — boasting, arrogant, raving in my delusions — but I wasn't.I could have done it. In fact, I almost did.
Until she stopped me.
Ursula.The only woman I ever loved.And, I suppose, the only one I ever will.
She said I was wrong — that my hatred had blinded me.Ah… what can a man do when the woman he loves tells him he's the monster?But my hatred for this wretched world burned brighter than my love for her.And perhaps that was why she killed me.
Yes… she killed me.
They said I would bring Armageddon.They whispered poison into her ears until she believed them.And in the end, she chose to poison me instead.
You want to know why I hated the world so much?Where do I begin?
Maybe with the mother who abandoned me because I was an inconvenience.Or the father whose face I never even knew.Or perhaps with the world itself — that cruel, mocking thing that devours children whole and calls it fate.
Kindness? Hah. That's just a pretty word used by the powerful to tame the weak.It doesn't exist. Not truly.The only thing that moves this world is power — the power to control, to judge, to label, to destroy.Everyone does it. Even you.
(sighs softly)
And so, Ursula killed me — thinking she was saving the world from me.But the world… oh, the world is not so easily rid of me.Because the Goddess — in her strange, twisted mercy — had other plans.
And now, I find myself here again…before a woman draped in white, her golden hair flowing like sunlight — a goddess with a smile too bright for the likes of me.