All That Is Evil Is Not Dark/Chapter 69

The figure moved through the mists, gathering energy and strength from the chaos that erupted throughout the world. Death and destruction brought him the energy he required filled him. The pain of the masses was his thrill. It had not always been this way. In the beginning, he had feared them. In the beginning, he had loved Lorithia as well. Now he recognized that the creator considered him a creation like all other. She treated him like part of the ordinary worms crawling the face of the earth.

Lorithia's love was her creation, all of her creation. He had no room for her masses. He had no room for her love. In the end, he had no room for her. Through ages, she was confident of her creation, and through the ages, he was met with half successes and rebirths. The durability of the creatures was both a source of strength and bitter gall to him. Age after age the cycle repeated, and in the end he always was left short of triumph. The suffering he felt was intense. His misery born of her rejection.

Only once had he come truly close to succeeding: when the Brilhado had joined him and opened the portal that allowed him to manifest in the world. It was then that he drove the races to dust. In the ages since, he was content only with limited victories and petty wars, but the time was come for his glory to again be manifest to the world. The time had come for his power to be feared and known. The fear that was power. The fear that was... Manifestation.