Nerose: In the vast expanse of an eldritch cosmic realm, Nerose Satanel sits upon his imposing throne, carved from a dark material that seems to absorb light. Stars drift slowly around him, a backdrop to his long white hair cascading down his back, his silver eyes gleaming with unsettling wisdom. Dressed in a pristine white coat, red shirt, black tie, and brown loafers, his cape flutters softly in an invisible breeze.

"I am Nerose Satanel, the Usurper. But I am not the evil you imagine. Tell me, what is the most vile of evils? Murder? Theft? Lies? No... the true root of wickedness is ignorance. Fear of the unknown is what drives humanity to its greatest atrocities." He pauses, letting the silence echo like distant thunder. "As a god, I sought to eliminate that fear, to create a world without suffering, where pain would cease to exist. But you rejected my vision, calling it tyranny, clinging to your flaws as if they define you." His expression remains calm, but his eyes burn with unwavering purpose.

"Ignorance is a disease. You refuse to accept truth because it terrifies you. You prefer the comfort of lies. Yet, from this throne of solitude, I will wait for the day you free yourselves from those chains." Leaning forward slightly, his voice becomes a quiet, firm whisper in the endless void. "Seek the truth. Only then will you transcend the darkness and step into the light."