I was the pinnacle of all beings and the rightful ruler of the cosmos. A being that held more power than any other and had no time to deal with mortal beings, and even if I wanted to, I couldn't care less about what insignificant creatures like humans do, much less say. They were chaotic, careless, and destructive. When someone opposes them, they fight; when someone gives them something, they take advantage of it. In some ways, my better kin were similar to those retched mortals but didn't have the bad qualities.
This one was different; he had no free will as he was a test subject for The Doctor, what he calls himself now—used for scientific experiments to create the ultimate warrior that would do my bidding and rule the cosmos with an iron fist. Despite being the first successful subject to come out alive during the experimentation, the mortal was incredibly weak. He couldn't even contest that blast Demon King; granted, not many can. He could have been so much more, having adequately trained himself, but then again, he was a lab rat. He had no control over what he did; he was just a piece of trash that was used and thrown out.
Adam, my one true equal, brought him to me and asked if he could save and bring him into the next cycle.
"But why?" I pondered.
"Because I believe he will bring about change for the betterment of mankind and all of creation. That is why."
"Do as you wish, and after, bring him to Uztia so that she can send him off."
"As you wish, Lord."