The End of it all

Meglor stares down below him, his eyes could envision all of creation, it glowed bright and radiated with glory, his three generals were right behind him, their facial expression impossible to tell.

"Since the dawn of time, every life form has been given will and the right to make whatever decision they want according to their resources they posses, unfortunately, most of all these life forms tend to act negatively; be selfish, commit several forms of heinous sins, even to the act of distorting the natural order of things and justifying their unrighteous ways; I call these darkness and it has plagued all of creation for years, I shall correct it all" Meglor says as he stretches his right hand to the creation