A flash of lightning. Collisions of air and ice, a battle between the clouds and the ground. A dagger of white thrown to the ground. Thunder rumbled behind. It was a rolling sound, the drums of the sky. The arms with mallets of air, pounding the sound of anger. Then the blades of white once more, pure power jagged and intensified. The drums followed again, the arms raising higher and hitting the drums harder.

        "What!?!" the man bellowed. The room seemed to shake with his anger. The people around him quivered in fear. They shook in their skin. They didn't dare speak up, they didn't dare move.

        "Well... sir... your humble messenger is only relaying what he saw..." another man said, groveling at the first man's feet.

        "What did my wife do!?" the first glowered, his eyes flames.

        "She told her daughter to help one of your... mistresses... to have your child early. Then she told the same daughter to have a different... mistress... delay the birth of your other child to a later date..." the man stuttered.

        "My son, the one I had expected to be born on this day, isn't coming? And another shall take his place?" The man asked, his tone suddenly quiet.

        "Well y-yes... but this isn't b-bad news..."

        "Isn't bad news? I deemed my son, the one who would rightfully come first, to be the owner of all I control. I made an oath to the daughter of Eris, my own child, that the child of my own lineage would be in charge of all those around him when I step down."

        "The other boy is also of your lineage..."

        "He isn't who I chose! That boy isn't the one I had in mind!"

        "By your own words, he is deemed the successor... sir."

        "Bring forth my daughter, child of Eris. I have a feeling my wife put her up to this plot."

        "Perhaps if you didn't have so many mistresses you wouldn't be put in this situation," the messenger muttered, and walked from the room. Minutes later, the man came back in with a young woman. This woman had the air of someone who was mischievous, impulsive, and held the power of ruin behind her eyes. The thing that stood out on her the most was her red hair.

        "Yes father?" she asked.

        "Have you been conspiring against me? With my own wife?"

        "Why would you say that? I have been nothing but loyal to you!"

        "You delayed the birth of my chosen!"

        "I have done nothing like that..."

        "You made me take an oath!"

        "Yes, I remember that father."

        "I said that the first born of my lineage on this day shall inherit control of those around him."

        "I remember the terms of our agreement, father." 

        "My choice isn't to be born on this day! Another child is to take his place!"

        "Your point?"

        "When my wife suggested that I make this oath, all of us knew the child that was in our mind was my chosen one. Now I hear that another child of mine was born in his place!"

        "Father, I can't control how a woman has a child."

         "No, but the daughter of my wife and I, our pure child, knows a thing or two about childbirth. She could easily have made one child come faster, and delayed another."

        "Wouldn't that mean that your other child and your wife conspired against you? I have nothing to do with this, FATHER."

        "Do not deceive me child! My wife put you up to this!" The thunder outside increased.

        "She begs for your attention! She wants you to notice her! She's tired of all your cheating! All I did was help her get some payback. You deserve it."

        "You disgrace! You delusional, bind, rash, reckless child! The infatuation you have for my wife! I am your blood! You have tricked me, and I will not stand for it! Leave my sight! Leave my home! You shall never sit at my table ever again! You shall never come into my power ever again! I cast you out! We'll see how my wife feels about that!" the man roared, signaling to the people around him.

        "I will leave peacefully, father. Know this though. I will lead others to rash and inconsiderate decisions, just as I have led you. The people who listen to my words shall suffer at my hands. I will avenge the evil deeds of those who make these decisions. I will also inflict just punishment on those I deem evil. No one shall be as powerful as you are nor as corrupt as you as long as I'm around," she spat, glaring at the man. At that moment, the storm outside reached its peak. Lightning flashed uncontrollably, and the thunder rumbled without stopping. It was the craziest storm many have seen.

         The young woman then walked the earth on her own. She went to corrupt men, and told them things they wished to hear, things that they thought they needed. She would push them to think fast, to be impulsive, and that was their undoing. When they reached the height of their power, when they thought everything was going their way, she came to them once more. She then spat at their feet, insulted their likeness, and told them the wrong of their ways. If they chose to repent, then she granted them forgiveness. Then she gave them their true desires. If not, she said that their crudeness would be their undoing. The men themselves then would unconsciously cause their own demise.

        Her father has tried to stop her many times. He had sought her out, and told her to stop. She just glared at him, and continued her work. He didn't have much power over her outside of his dominion. He gave up, and sent his other daughters to catch her and by doing so, stop her. His other daughters were older and not as mobile, almost handicapped compared to her, who was strong and sound on her feet, and was always one step ahead of them. The other daughters were forced to try and clean up the mess she left behind.

         Years went by, and slowly she ran out of victims. Men weren't as gullible as they used to be. She also believed that her father had somehow lowered her range of influence. Whatever it was, she couldn't enact her revenge on her father. She went to his wife and begged for her help. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. The wife had forgiven him already.

        "How could you forgive him?" she asked.

        "I have seen marriage after marriage, and seen many fail. I love him, even if he cheats and even if he has children with other women," she said.

        "You are just as corrupt as he is! You just love his power, and his influence. You are too weak, too stupid to see otherwise," she spat.

        "How dare you! He is your father no matter what! You can't stop his power anyway!" she said.

        "No I can't. But no man shall be his successor, for even he shall die one day!"

         "He already has plans for a successor! Not of his blood, but there is one man out there that WILL take his place," the wife declared.

        "I will find this man, and I will change him. He will not come into that kind of power, not now, not ever!" Then the young woman stormed off. She then traveled across the world, looking for the man who had the most potential to change the world. The man who could become the most corrupt. The man that her father could possibly think of as his successor.

        Eventually, she found him. She had given up for many months, and had tried to live a normal life. She started to go to school, had different relationships with different people, so on and so forth. She was outside when she saw a young man trying to impress a woman. She had seen the man in a few of her different classes. He had interesting ideas, and had the look of past trauma.

        She approached the man, and worked her magic. She told him different things, and manipulated his view. She showed him things he wanted to see in his mind, and allowed him to act as if it was his idea. At first she wasn't sure if he was the one. He seemed friendly enough, and had legit reasons for doing the things he did. Then he fell in love with her. She knew that he did. She didn't know what to do.

        She wanted to fall in love with him. She had been so wary of man, and had deemed man unworthy of her love. Then he came along with his crazy notions of love, and she fell for him head over heels. She never showed him. If she were to show him her true feelings, she knew that things would go wrong for her. She knew that he would become the man her father was looking forward to, and she would be too lovesick to stop him. She was going to mold him into that evil man. Then she was going to destroy that evil.

         It all started with that damn machine. Maybe if he didn't have the bright idea. Maybe if he stayed normal. Maybe if his father hadn't hanged himself. Then they could have been together. She could trust men once more. That wouldn't happen. Life would go on.