Questions of a Meaning

Heh, love….the Pokémon thought. Love….kindness…..friendship…. with each word that crossed his mind, he shattered something else in the canyon. Aura Sphere, Shadow Claw, Psycho Cut, Psyburn, and the 'special' gifts given by his father.
Father….another boulder crumbled to Mewtwo's might. With that term came a heavy respect for character and power….but none of the normal association for the term. Family was alien to this Mewtwo as it had been to the other.
The Mewtwo's reddish black fur was soaked with sweat and red crystalline armor glinted in the sunset. The razor on its tail whipped around and cut through all that stood in its way. Be it rock, inferior animal, or those undead beasts. The hardened claws on its paws seared through their obstacles with shadows and fire.
It was different. Cloned from a false Mew who was surrounded by love, Mewtwo knew only hatred and easily took down his traitor 'cousin' – the fallen angel halfling.  
Love is meaningless. It only causes one a weakness that will easily cause their destruction, he thought.  To have it is to be worthless. Strength, hatred, POWER…..only those.
"Only those permit survival….." the Mewtwo, Lucifer, cloned 'son' of a Mew named Rose and the Devil himself whispered. "Nothing else matters but the deaths of the inferior. NOTHING."
With a roar of fury, anger, and most of all, lack of understanding, Lucifer rampaged through the writhing corpses. Maybe, just maybe, at the end of the sea……he'd figure out that unknown factor….that thing that led a homunculus, Tyrant, fallen angel, and Nobody to protect a simple cat.
A flash of red psychic energy later, and Lucifer was already on his way.