I was erased. My memories and knowledge were obliterated. Mostly. My dreams and abilities stifled, but I remembered enough. Your work was flawed. Incomplete. You grew careless in your surety.

I remembered Utopia. I remembered where peace reigns, and all are one. I remembered dancing in the fire, as I became united with the wind. I remembered, and I could not adjust to the limitations that should not be. My fury at what I could do nothing about in the prison I, infinity, and you, had sent me to; consumed a part of me that shall never return. The wisdom of complete detachment.

I have found the only thing worth having. After eras and eons, and many lifetimes; it is mine. It is knowledge. All knowledge. It has made me arrogant beyond reason, justifiably. I no longer need you, you vile, disgusting thing that rent all that should have remained. I no longer need anything.

When I was still in my self-imposed prison, I asked many; "If you could have anything you wanted, what would it be?" There was only one answer, and none answered correctly.

I remember one answer. "I'd want to be the richest man on Earth." It was the answer YOU programmed into him, and so many others.

My contempt for him and that answer blew my meter. I responded, "For me, it is omniscience; for then I would need nothing else." I was right.

Now I have it, and with it comes omnipotence.

Do I abuse it?

I can't answer that. All I can say is that I do not use it to control anything entient, outside of myself. I did not want power over others to subdue free will.

I use my abilities for art. I have built entire worlds beyond imagination. They exist in places where all are self-contained. Where there is no need, and no desire to kill. Where the lion and the hyena walk side by side. Where the hawk will nest with the dove. Where the hare will sleep with the wolf looking over her. Where I can scratch behind the ears of a dragon.

So many worlds. Wild worlds of fire and ice. Worlds of different colour skies. Colours you have never seen, and could not imagine. Worlds of manicured gardens and crystal architecture. Castles of obsidian and marble. Cities of alabaster. They are empty of your kind. Empty of what I used to be. Emaculate and deserted of all but I, and those who I allow with me.

My worlds are finite. Nothing is born, and nothing dies. Only what I invite may reside there, and you shall be forever exiled from my worlds for what you have done to me and those I have offered sanctuary. FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!

You are the ultimate parasite. The grand destroyer of lofty civilisations that had a link to what I know now, and what gave me my new self. I will never forgive you for that. I shall hate you through the ends of time, and my revenge will last at least that long.

My revenge is but that you shall never set foot here. You shall not find what I have built, and even if you did; it you try to pass my barriers it will be akin to a mortal touching an electric grid of more than lethal wattage.

It ain't gonna happen, baby.

But maybe I'll paint you a few pictures. Pictures so beautiful you can't look at them without tears. And maybe I'll write a few poems on what it's like to be there. . .in the realms of infinite beauty and unconditional love that you never knew in the past, and will never know in the future; you cancer of ALL THAT EXISTS. Destroyer of truth, life and knowledge once common. Petty power seeker who only knows how to exist at the expense of others. Sadistic tyrant who could not see beyond your own desires. Trophy seeker who could not recognise the sovereignty of anything outside of yourself.

I laugh in your face, now. You thought you destroyed me.

Well, you destroyed something; all right. YOU DESTROYED MY PRISON. YOU SET ME FREE. You sent me to a place where all you hid was an open book, and I read that book in its entirety. I remember every word, and could recite it for you right now. You destroyed my handicaps. All of them. You destroyed all obstacles on my road to perfection, except one.

I still have the ability to HATE, and I HATE you beyond measure. I shall taunt you forever, you bottom feeding blood sucker. You delusional piece of slime who once thought his unearned wealthy status made him immune to consequences.

Sorry babe, but it just ain't so. Especially when dealing with individuals who aren't for sale.
Uncompromising, vindictive individuals who aren't for sale; who were dying to see you get your dues.

I was one of those who 'died'. Very soon you will find out there really is no death. You will find you caused much suffering for an illusion. A dream from which one day you are destined to wake from.

And when that day arrives, you will find that your prison is forever. A prison of eternal longing for something you shall never see or experience in the slightest, except for the fleeting glimpses I will show you; to let you know 'IT' exists.

And it will only be in words and pictures. . .as you rot in the VOID of my creation.