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He knew the moment the Pharaoh moved on into the afterlife and couldn't be more excited about the realization. After all, he was paving the way for something great. The perfect world; with peace and harmony. No longer would there be hunger and poverty. No longer would the corrupt raised to power and destroy the lives of the less fortunate. No longer would there be an unjust world. He just needed to place aside his own anger and realize that even a single drop of hatred in his own mind could bring about undesirable consequences.
The plan was put forth to make the perfect world. He just needed a little discipline of self to make sure not a drop of darkness entered the Plana.
Easier said than done. So many times, he found himself hovering over the young man who murdered his master in cold blood. He looked at him with disdain and hatred. How could he bear to live with himself? How did such an evil creature continue to exist?
More often than not someone would follow him and remind him of the power of the Ring. The power that the Pharoah had awoken in order to protect everyone against. The boy was only a vessel; just as much of a victim as anyone else. Even if it was by his hands, the blood was only on the monster. Not the boy. Never the boy.
He had to remind himself of that. Some days were much more difficult than others.
It felt like forever but the rage in him slowly disappeared. Three years of this back and forth before it finally happened. He had come to terms and began to learn how to let go.
Then....
The power of the Plana faded without any warning. They all knew what it meant. Their Master had told them many times before. The Pharaoh returned. The reason? He didn't know until searching out the Pharaoh years later and seeing him from afar.
What he saw was not the answer he wanted. It was not to take out anyone evil. Not to return balance to a corrupt world. Not to negate an improper use of the items.
It was something much too minuscule. To return to the arms of the one who freed him in the first place.
That hatred that he thought was gone became a rage he couldn't describe, this time for the savior himself. It wasn't fair! He was supposed to be dead! They were supposed to have Utopia! How dare he take that away with his own selfish desires!
There had to be a way to return the Plana.
And Diva had an idea on how. It started when he returned to the Pharaoh's tomb and found a pit where the items once hid. It was surprisingly easy to find them.
It didn't matter. He only cared about one.
Well, that was until another one began to call out to him. Its cry was full of rage and pain. It snapped and broke a little in the fall. The dark magic that was once kept within seemed to have faded quite a bit. But the message it sent was still as clear as day.
They needed to start over. For the sake of the world. For the Plana to finally exist at its highest potential. It would take some time. He needed to be very patient. But he would have everything he needed.
Nothing and no one would stand in his way.