"I want the world,"  Dangerous words from a dangerous man.   Anger clouded violet was the colors of bruises, dying sunsets and his eyes.  They said he was nothing, they said he was darkness.  He called himself God.  Mindless drones would bow down to the false God and his laughing darkness, but even they were wary of the other that slept inside.  Kami-sama no hikari, Ore-sama no hikari.  God's Light.  His Light. 

          "I want the world in shards,"  Insane ecstatic violet eyes were the color of smushed grapes and wine, and a mouth that stretched into drunken smiles of sadistic tendencies.  He was a child, a mind like spun sugar, spiraling... a mind with almost no limits.  One.  Kami-sama no hikari, Ore-sama no hikari.  God's Light.  His Light.  His limit.

          "Break it, broken, breaking..." Rambling words fell from errant lips and a wagging tongue, honeyed words, cooed, whispered, said lovingly.  Because oresama was, broken, oresama broke, oresama would break it, break it into shards.  For his Light.  For his hikari.  Because that's what his hikari wanted... didn't he?  Because ore-sama no hikari was pretty.  And the shards of the world were pretty for hikari, pretty for his light, because he'd break the world to share with his broken hikari. 

          "I want the world at its knees,"  What God wanted, God would get.