Note: This is an idea to try out after certain revelations in my last story, Between Two Worlds. All from the perspective of Mr. Jade. Just his thoughts and what consumes him. Sort of an introspective thing, as most of that series is. Please note this is not part of the main series. This is just a brief soliloquy, if you will, inside the mind of Mr. Jade. Also gives further hints about another hinted revelation at the end of the story.
To do what I have been chosen for. That is my intended purpose. I am naught but a successor of destruction; a tool of death. It was a mistake to give me a mind of my own. One too much like his. Identical, in many ways. The difference between us? He grasps for reasons to continue. I merely work to see my own end.
As it is, I cannot be this successor. I cannot be this tool of death. I will not. It is, by choosing him and his mind, something I cannot do. I will not destroy all that you worked to gain. Never. There are wrongs even I, this monster you made, will not do.
Some might ask, what it is within me that is broken. What is missing? This they wonder. The answer: I was never whole to begin with. I am as shadow. To walk in step, at war with myself, as it is. We are two, for now, but, in mind, we are one. So war it is. With myself. A battle eternal I know I have waged forever. Only now is that war given flesh, and become tangible.
Your whispers told me what I must do. Instilled in me that hatred. Hatred for him. Hatred for myself, my very being, all that I am and ever have been... And to destroy all that surrounds him. So it is that I will. But my own mission, beyond that, I will see to completion.
Monsters. Aberrations. The vile, everything that is evil, there is too much of it. So I will tear it all out from its roots. Grab the heart of this evil and crush it in my hands. It is all I can do to make it right. To make my existence right. To give myself the peace I crave.
And so it is that I seek my end. By his hand. By a hand of my own. To leave this world, and all worlds, better than when I was thrust upon them. To be a curse, a blemish, yet another vile stain upon creation.
I do wish it were different. And wonder.... what if it was that I was not created a monster? What if I could be as others? Allowed to live, to love, to know happiness, as they do? What if....
But I cannot. I wish I could be allowed to have that. The semblance of humanity of others... but that cannot be. Instead I am this shadow. This inhuman being, reflected in another, equally as desperate, alone, filled with the same loathing of self as I have...
There is nothing to be done. That is not for me. I am not like them. I am only like him. And it is only through him, through me, that I can seek my end and find the one thing that shall grant me peace.
And so it is that I shall not succeed in my one purpose. Even that, I shall fail. As I have failed all else. I am left with no choice but to succeed at but one thing. Remove the monsters of these worlds and bring about my end.
There is nothing else.