> *"You sought to destroy me... to erase my name from the cosmos so thoroughly that even the void would forget I existed."*

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> *"You drove a blade into my back a hundred times. A hundred gods. A hundred times I bled, and a hundred times I healed—only to watch you stand there, clad in your pristine white robes, wearing the masks of the **untouchable**."*

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> *"And now, you point your pathetic, trembling blades at me again? Hah... and you call yourselves divine?"*

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> *"I accepted your filthy rumors. I played the monster you whisper about to your children in the dark. I wore the crown of corruption you forged for me... and do you know what happened? **You began to tremble.** You are terrified of the very monster you created. How deliciously pathetic."*

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> *"And now... the universe gifted a new bloom. A pure, pristine light—the first true Ascension in a century. I saw the ripples of his birth before any of you even felt the shift in the stars. You call yourselves fast? You are **pitifully sluggish**. I was already at the altar of his Ascension before the final spark of divinity finished settling into his bones."*

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> *"He trusted me first. He looked at the monster you all fear, and he smiled with that innocent, sweet little face. He did not recoil. He **befriended** me."*

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> *"And now you try to slither into his light. You try to drip your filthy, sanctimonious whispers into his ears, hoping to turn his pure gaze away from me. But you are too late, aren't you? You are always too late."*

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> *"Because he didn't turn away. He looked into my cursed eyes... and he chose **me**. So run along, all of you. Go back to your thrones and your self-righteous hymns. This little god is mine to keep. And I don't share."*