Back then, all I cared about was destroying my master, then living happily every after, presiding over all of Gaia as my personal playground. There would be no one in the whole world fit to challenge me, after that...

I'd long ago tried committing to mindless slaughter, going through it all with my own hands. It bored me. Death on death on death is banal and ignobling. It made me feel like my mind was fading out like a painting left in a river... So, in grand "family" tradition, I outsourced what I cared not to do myself.

Meanwhile, my master sat in his palace, meaning to wait me out all the same...