My brother lies there. The ribbon glows, clutched in his dead hand. I cannot resist. Hatred has sent me to claim this. Dear William, I accept this gift that you offer. Flesh and blood - I am not. Born Again. Absolute Power. Pseudo God. Blasphemy. Blackened Skies. None will survive. No one shall survive. Now I will destroy you all. Now follow me to the end of all life. Destroyer. Divine being, we follow in your wake. Master, I will follow in your wake. We are the ones who replenish people's sorrow. We are the lungs of the blackened air. They will bow before me. My era of destruction. My conquest of vengeance. The army a**embles with strength and bravery, gathering great numbers to prevent the end of a world. Nations will perish by the hand of a God. Evil and Heartless. This can't be undone. And I smite the onlookers and the ones who rebel against me. I am divinity. Threatened by famine. Lifeless and withered. They fight for life. I fight for death. The army approaches the one - the source of murder. Though death is glorious, their lives will be wasted. Lives will be shattered. Look to the sky. They looked to the sky and shuddered. As I build this temple of limitless power, great evils be drawn. Viela is helpless - Hopeless. I've awaited the day where I would reign over all - the highest. Great evils be drawn. Viela is helpless. On that day, they gave him a name. The destroyer.