"Absolute Evil"
Pain was the ruler of Azar's existence. It orchestrated his every step, dragging him through countless worlds toward a destiny he would never have chosen if given the chance. Every time he thought he had found solace in one world, pain would pursue him again. But this pain was far more than physical—it was the anguish of his very soul, tearing through the core of his being as if life itself had been stripped away.
Each new world he entered was a punishment, and every new life he lived felt like an unending death. Each torment ended only to usher in another, an infinite cycle of suffering. Then came a grim realization, an overwhelming, crushing understanding: this was no fleeting agony—it was a curse.
In his final world, as Azar gasped what should have been his last breath once again, something changed. This time, the pain wasn't like before. Instead, it was replaced by a sensation of power—a force rising from within. He had been drained of everything, standing at death's door, but this time, he did not leave the world. He became part of it.
Azar seized control over himself, over everything around him. With this newfound power coursing through his veins, he saw the world with fresh eyes. He witnessed the chaos he had wrought across the dimensions, saw the planets, suns, and stars dancing before him like puppets, racing toward their doom.
But rather than find solace in his dominion, Azar felt something else—a profound despair. The immense power he now held was a burden, weighing heavily on him. He questioned whether this world deserved to continue, whether its creatures had the right to exist after the suffering he had endured. Was his torment the price that led to this transformation?
"It's over... It all must end," Azar whispered to himself.
In that moment, he unleashed his power like never before. Raising his hands to the darkened sky that loomed above him, blood-red lights erupted around him. The planets began to swirl, twisting in chaotic patterns as if life itself writhed at the brink of annihilation. His power surged to incomprehensible levels, obliterating the worlds, erasing planets, and extinguishing the creatures that dwelled within them.
In that moment, Azar became the embodiment of absolute evil—the sole force that governed all existence, unmatched and unchallenged. There was no room left for anything but destruction, no place for anything other than the void. Life and death were now his to command, and he sentenced everything to oblivion.
He shattered dimensions, annihilating every being that inhabited them. Every ounce of suffering he had endured fueled an unstoppable wave of destruction. His power now transcended comprehension, and everything around him crumbled into ruin beneath the weight of his malice.
"Now, I can finally see them… Death is the only thing worthy of existence in this universe," Azar thought as he watched the creatures scatter and the planets explode, tightening his grip on the worlds he had traversed.
Azar was now the ruler, the bearer of ultimate power, untouchable and unrivaled. In a single moment, every world he had ever crossed vanished, leaving behind only desolate, empty, and dark realms—exactly as he had willed.