Omega
He called himself the Messiah.
He descended upon the battlefield with his drones like a demon spilling from the underbelly of hell, his massive form all but swallowing the bloody sky. His armor, so pure white and immaculate, housed the consciousness of the Devil Reploid, of a stolen body and insane soul. Hundreds fell before his bloodthirsty might, crushed by his immense armor or impaled upon his lanced hands. Humans and Reploids alike in their death throes could only sob of the Devil Reploid whose battle howl scrambled Reploid minds and shattered human souls.
He called himself the Messiah. He would bring about the new order of the world for his creator, his personal mad god. He would destroy all in the way of his plans, mercilessly with a laugh of glee.
Be gone, my nightmare…
Realization. Epiphanies. Comprehension. Understanding.
Farewell, my destiny…
Peace leads to war and war leads to chaos. Chaos births death and death recycles to life. Life breathes out peace and peace leads to war…
That is what he promised to bring. He called himself the Messiah.
Never ending history, bloody stain upon bloody stain, darkness layering shades of gray. The screams will never end, always echoing in the background until shrieking to the forefront to traumatize. Reploids and humans never meant to co-exist as long as the origin of demonic history continues unchecked, alive and well, awake. War swore allegiance to death, to shroud the planet is darkness' beautiful cape; he said he would bring about the true nature of the world, of the Reploids, of the humans.
…not meant for destruction
Be gone, my nightmare!
He called himself the Messiah.
In truth, he was all I was to be.