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"It must be done."  One would think.  Almost as if he's trying to convince himself.   The observer sees madness and the end of a city.   Chaos happening during the Fawcett City Bullets home game has shown him the way.

"I will be forgiven for this.  I will rebuild from the ashes.  The land after this will be rich.  Fertile.  Ready to receive my blessings a thousand times over."    He continues to stare out the window.  If it didn't work, he would be ruined.  However, when it did, he would be proven correct. 

In his eyes, its flawed.  Fawcett was well known as a spiritual hotbed, so its energies were ripe to be amended, and harvested for the right person.  He misspoke.  "Not a person, a God."  The loss of a few fortunes is inconsequential.  A town full of unbelievers is nothing but a sacrifice. 

"Because soon...I will ascend.  Back to my proper throne.  The souls will be my pathway to immortality.

....and I will be whole."