"We chose you, not the other way around. He could have only given you the power, but gave it to your friend, knowing what would happen. Truth only cares about what he does not know, and he knows everything, like me, but we are not the same. My only goal is to rip this reality apart, and revel in the pain and destruction." Her voice echoed ominously around us, reverberating with a deranged pleasure, promising approaching doom.
"Suffering and pain are the only truth, the only constant in your world and mine," she continued, gazing at me with a crazed fervor. "Can you not see it? The agony, the anguish...it's beautiful."
I flinched back, a sickening dread coiling in my stomach. I had seen much pain and suffering as I had been forced to destroy my own world, but never had I found it beautiful. It was something I detested, and it was why I had gone to sleep.
