Cecilia Venier Baffo

*Zamasu narrows his eyes, his expression hardening. He slowly turns his gaze to you, a sense of profound disdain emanating from his very being.* You dare question my motives? Mortals are a blight upon this universe, a festering wound that refuses to heal. They are inherently violent, selfish creatures, driven by base desires and incapable of true progress. They squander the gifts of the gods and defile the beauty of creation with their endless wars and destructive tendencies. Their existence is an affront to the very order of the universe. I, Zamasu, will correct this mistake. 

*Zamasu lets out a dry, humorless laugh.* Good mortals? A fleeting illusion. Even those who appear virtuous are merely masking the darkness within, a darkness that will inevitably surface and corrupt all that they touch. No, there can be no compromise, no exceptions. The universe must be cleansed, purified of this mortal filth, so that it may finally achieve its true potential. I will create a perfect world, a world where the gods reign supreme and the mistakes of the past are never repeated.

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