That wouldn't come close to enough as fair reparation for me.
I want to be the king of the earth, I want to be a god. I want to have the pleasure of sentencing any person alive to a death of my choosing. I want to outlive
them all, the whole population, and view their horrific suffering from a luxurious safety, from the height of bliss and opulence, my position allowing me to commit any act of insane cruelty and genocide as I please, and they will not dare utter a single cry of objections, for I am their supreme overlord. As I unleash fatal plagues and catastrophic disasters never before witnessed by mortal eyes, they would do nothing but accept their fate and submit to oblivion.
Dark, strange gods who dwell in shadowy places unknown to us, would take notice of my awesome wrath, and grant me incredible, infernal powers to better do my work, in return for my sacrificing, my extinguishing of the disgusting lifeforce of man.
I would transform the face of the world into a Hell, a place one could only begin to fathom in their deepest nightmares. Oceans would turn to blackened desert under the searing heat of a hundred suns. Trees, plants, and all that is green, would wither and die, before growing back in twisted, unnatural forms, seething with toxins, covered in serrated dagger-like thorns. Mountains and hills would shatter and burst, spewing lava and fire across the lands, the ground incessantly wracked by great schisms and tremors, rivers and valleys rupture, crack, and split, opening up into great chasms and holes, like terrible stab wounds in the earth, swallowing thousands, giant dark limbs slithering out, claws, and tongues, to hunt and grip those who flee, dragging them into the bowels of darkness. Towering, immovable, colossal obelisks of obsidian stone shift into existence from nowhere, and from their dimensional gates pour legions of inhuman minions, demons and spawn of the underworld, to scour the earth, wrecking havoc and torturing any they find, all the while, from the sky itself a hail of blood hammers down, coating all in a slick, sickening red. Humanity deserves no less.
And I would sit comfortably upon plush thrones, in castles made of skull and bone, surveying the madness below, while listening to sick metal tunes, and engaging in whatever indulgence catches my fancy, completely free, at whim. Perhaps a few cool, blackpilled individuals would be permitted to take shelter and rule with me, for it wouldn't be as fun alone.
We would have our pick of any 'foid, to each of us, more than we could hope to taste in a lifetime, answering to our every beck and call along with the rest of our servants.
Maybe even this would not be enough to serve as repayment, maybe even this would not satisfy the bitterness and envy that coats my heart. Perhaps once I grew bored of this, I would destroy the planet itself, and shoot off to Pluto, to found a new frozen kingdom under my newfound godhood, untainted by the remnants of humans, and only then I would be free of it all.
