Rijetta.

I have ignored your usual nonsense so that I could attempt to focus on my research, but I will not permit you to lay an uncontested claim to what I desire, and what I desire now is the so-called throne of Ultimate Evil your delusions have fabricated.

From what do you derive your legitimacy? Crushed skulls? Broken hearts? Lives enslaved?

Congratulations, Rijetta, you've achieved a clarity beyond mortal sight by finding an excuse to justify all the banal mortal desires you want to continue indulging in.

That is not Ultimate Evil. In fact, that is as commonplace as evil can get.

Ultimate Evil cannot content itself with what is conveniently within its grasp and sight. It cannot constrain itself to the limits of mortal comprehension. No, by its presence, Ultimate Evil must expand the primal experience of what evil means.

Why crush a skull when so much science can be extracted from it?

Why break a heart when it can be twisted around psychic pleasures and torments that defy description or even comprehension?

Why herd slaves when entire species can be created and customized for any purpose, with all their possibilities and potential calculated and pre-determined from the moment of their conception?

I will not legitimize my claims with my past accomplishments; the fact that it was done, that it could have been done at all, proves that a task was unremarkable. At best, it was a step towards something greater.

The insatiable Avarice for knowledge, a desire that can never be fulfilled, will legitimize my claim. The so-called throne of Ultimate Evil will be built by experiments. Its name will be Progress and it will break the unambitious timidity of mortalkind. All will cry out in Fear and Despair as their familiar comforts are taken from them and, in the end, they will be enlightened to inconceivable wonders and possibilities.

So, let us see which one of us reaches the destination first.

Ever Downwards,
Legyn

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 13th of Chakros, in the year 505 MA.