"The world is flawed and on the path of ruin! Chaos has become our means of justification and harmony has long been forgotten".
"Humans are born and bred for the possibility of making their own choices, seeking out their path to life as they grow. But that in itself can be thought of as mankind's biggest flaw, and the eventual goal to lead mankind to its doom".
He took his time explaining his concept and way of seeing things, showing Count Grayad his thoughts.
"To have an individual thought is to desire and aspire. Variables appear leading to a clash of opposing opinions thus giving rise to a time of conflict".
"In the name of differences sheltered under the banner of contradiction, wars are waged, lives are lost, agony strikes in and irrespective of the victor! The very world bears the grunt for our foolishness".
"I! Am a result of such contradictions!!".
In his moment of respite, Count Grayad heard his bittered voice.
"Humanity loathe me because they do not understand me. They fear me because my existence is beyond their scope of explanation!! And what did they do?! I was ousted from my birthright! A result that came to be due to the concept of contradictions".
"Do you understand my words... Count Grayad!". He authorised!!
The count was lost for words and certainly of faint heart as he heard the voice speak. Nonetheless, he managed to respond without sounding condescending.
"Left alone to rot, I asked and questioned; what am I to do?... In this world where even my own father rejects my existence, what am I to amount to?!".
"Then it struck me! I am but a lost cub, a pinch out of the vast immaculate world! If I remained as I am, I would cease to truly exist. My father will forget me, the world will continue to reject my existence and I will continue to remain without a purpose".
"I will be!! Unfulfilled to say!!!".
He maintained his head resting on his left fist and relaxed his right arm on the throne's handle.
Click, click. Is the sound of his finger tapping on the throne.
"I had to do something, find something more to myself if I did not want to remain without a form! If I did not want to be forever insignificant in this vast of a world. Hence came the question, what can I be?! In this vast world? What can I do to make a difference and to stand out?... I contemplated for as long as it took me to".
"My choice leaned on a destination that would have my mark forever haunting the land! To become the very God of this world".
A shocking delusion! That is the accurate word for what the count feels right now.
He has heard of this God notion and the teachings spread by the Creaseant Dome.
The Cresent Dome is an organization preaching about attaining true spirituality and having the sins of mankind be cleansed through an act of goodwill.
Count Grayad is in no way a believer of such teachings. If anything he stands out among those who consider such teachings as brainwashing and preposterous to think of.
If the knowledge of this so-called god that the crescent dome preaches about is the same as what this person is saying! Mad could only be the termed expression to explain his condition.
"I will change the scope of the world, bring down borders and fell empires. The mention of my name will send shivers down the spine of my enemies. And to my allies, it will be the triumphant sound of salvation".
"With my authority and dominion over all, I will render individual thoughts null and indoctrinate a new form of teaching, one that guides every individual toward one path! There will be no such thing as individuality or a difference in opinion. There will only be one opinion to which all other opinions must succumb to".
"My opinion!". He declared, immaculately.
"You intend to make everyone a slave to your will". Says the count.
He couldn't help blurting out his thoughts. This person's goal seems so bizarre and so frightening that he is already getting the shivers.
"Yes! A necessary sacrifice to restore order and cease the chaos rampant. Think about it, a world where people can no longer choose or decide for themselves what they want or desire. A world where they can no longer act on their will. Such a bliss that would be".
"No! There is no bliss in a world like that". Count Grayad voiced.
He didn't know where he was getting this courage from but he just couldn't bear to remain silent and listen to the voice continue talking.
This person seeks to deprive the world of their choice to life! There is no thought more dangerous than his.
"Taking away our options to choose is the same as making us puppets to your will. You plan to turn us into an empty tusk without a mind of our own". Grayad willed, mustering up the courage to dispute his reasoning.
"And I say this to you count Grayad! What is wrong about doing that".
"What!". He blurted, dumbfoundedly.
"Humanity has had its chance to reflect upon its deed. Time and time again they have demonstrated how easily mankind is prone to become puppets to their own will... I ask you count; of what use is an individual mind if what it does is bring nothing but pain, suffering and destruction to others?!".
"And you think you are the one best suited for this?! Making decisions on behalf of others?!".
"My will is pure and my mind is untainted by the vanity this world has to offer. I see no better candidate to take on the responsibility of making decisions on behalf of the world".
"You!... You are a madman". The count blurted in annoyance.
"Accursed! Filthy! Ill omen! I have been termed many a bad name count, but never a madman".
"That is because they did not see you for the real you. A true monster, that is what you are".
Without regard for the term he was addressed by, he burst out into a maniacal laughter.
"That said, count. I require something from you... Something of mine that belongs to me but is now in your possession, I want it back!!".