Under the Scepter

I am sick, very sick. My pain freezes emotions, my touch erases memories, my existence... Is diluting. In a world where everyone gains power through madness, I belong to the quietest kind - the depression camp, the annihilation synchronizer. Now, they need my "nothingness" to fight against the louder madness. Should I choose to become a weapon, or should I choose... To completely dissolve myself into nothingness and end this disease of existence itself? I know, I became a god, but there are no people under the scepter