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I walked down the long hallway and into my rooms. My arms shook as I wound my fist up and punched the bag that sat near my mirror. I glanced at my reflection. The lighting highlighted my lashes and my crimson stained mouth. Sharp, white teeth gleamed out from behind their gateway.

I rolled my shoulders out and walked into my closet. Devan had requested something that would enable me to make a deadly move if needed. I was supposed to sit and look pretty. I could not take it any more. These fake smiles, these fake ideas.

I looked across the room into a mirror. My eyes met an image of someone I had once known. A resting face. A muscled back. I pulled my thigh holster on and grabbed my gun. I put it into the holster and then draped my dress back over it.

After pulling on my head piece, I slowly walked into the bathroom and did my make up. A hairstylist wrapped my hair up and around my features. I looked in the mirror and then looked back at the stylist. "How much is Devan paying you?"

"Master Devan makes sure everyone has a reasonable amount of payment." She ducked her head.

"I will see to it that you receive a fair sum."

"Thank you ma'am."

I smiled and walked into the bed room. My body looked like something out of when I was younger. I curled my lip into a snarl. I grasped the over skirt of my crimson gown and lifted it and I slid another gun into the hidden pocket. I grabbed amo and then tucked my hands into gloves. I looked up and then walked to the hall. A scared butler looked on and I slowly walked towards him. A look of pure horror flowed onto his face as he realized what I was going to do. I grasped the gun, pulled and shot the vase next to his head. He ducked and the pot shattered. I smirked and continued. I was ready.

(look of her hair, crown, dress, and shoes)

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My mind flew as I walked steadily to the ballroom. A clang of something chasing me followed. I hurried to my 'position'.

"Lady Berns!" A group of giggling girls followed me into the room. I looked back at them and they moved away instantly. I fastened my eyes on the targets. My lips curled up and I walked slowly towards them.

I shifted my weight from foot to foot and watched as the man turned to look me up and down.

"Benjamin." I smiled and walked forward, hands extended to receive him.

"Why Celia." He clasped my hands in his and slowly kissed my cheeks. I watched his eyes closely as he pulled away. "You look lovely." He smiled, eyes slowly raking up and down my body. "Even more than when you were younger."

I smiled and inwardly snarled. "Oh, you look good too." I looked at his slightly chiseled body.

"Thank you." He grinned. He pulled me close and moved his mouth over my ear. "You would look even better in my bed, with out the gown."

I batted my lashes at him. "Oh really?" I coyly turned away. "I believe the dress stays on." I grabbed a glass of wine from a server.

"I do not think it will." He winked and locked his arm around my waist.

I turned my head to hide the look of pure and un-adultered hate. I turned back and giggled at something he said. I let my left hand dangled to the side, gently brushing his fingers every now and then. And allowed the feeling of my gun to guide my thoughts.

After two hours of flirting, and some teasing, I finally was able to pull him out of the room. I moved him into the hall.

"Where are we going beautiful?" He asked, gently grabbing my waist.

"Oh, you will see." I looked into his eyes. "You will see." I smirked and let his hand grab mine in the dark. I slowly walked with him trailing me.

I continued on with his sputtering following. "Celia?" He asked.

"I am not Celia." I turned once we were far enough away.

"You aren't?" He asked.

"No." I smirked and slowly undid the black mask that covered my face. His face changed as he watched me change back into myself. The glittering head band I wore fell from my head and clasped itself around my neck. My blonde hair tumbled down and my tight mermaid gown slipped off my body to reveal my tight black suit. My shining guns were held tightly to muscled thighs and back. I held my hands out as the material moved down my arms and onto my hands. A hood crept up my head and I walked slowly around him.

"Who-o ar-re you?" He stuttered.

I laughed. The harsh laughter tore through the air. "I am the one who you hurt." I smirked. "For 13 years you hurt me." I stalked closer. "I should slit your throat right now." I gleamed. "But I will not, because, what fun would that be?"

"Devine?" He stuttered. "Is that you?" He looked me over.

"Maybe you should just be left with a lasting memory." I laughed and pulled a knife from my sleeve.

"Devine! No, please no!" He pleaded.

"To late." I snarled and swung my legs around his head, throwing him to the ground. I slapped his face and he spit out blood.His lips were cracked and bleeding. I placed the blade on his chest. "You had your chance." I tore his shirt off and made a quick cut on his arm. His face screamed of pain but he made no noise. His eyes grew wide when he heard the noises of my chopper coming to get me. I smirked.

"You will tell no one of this. Other wise, I will kill you and all you love." I snarled against his mouth leaving a crimson stain on his bleeding lip. I pulled his lips away with mine when I tore my mouth from his.

I stood and slid into the Helicopter. "Go." I commanded. I looked down at the man. He sat up and watched as the Helicopter left.

My com buzzed. "Devine."

"Sir."

"Report."

"Alive. Tracker implanted."

"Good."

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I looked into the doors of the grand ball room. "Devine."

I turned and faced the tall man striding towards me. "Devan." I licked my lower lip and touched my crown. His face was darkened by his strong features, and his hair was slicked into his signature style. I touched his lapels and straightened them for him. "Darling." I laid it on thickly.

"Devine, what is with the tiara?" He asked.

"Well I figured if I am going to help you take over, I might as well get a tiara out of the deal." I smiled innocently. I gently patted my over skirt checking for my weapon.

He smirked and pulled me into his arms. "Nothing is more desirable to me than seeing you on a dais, watching millions, no, billions, bow before you." He kissed my cheek. I clenched my fists as my sides, as he spoke the vile untruths. He brought his mouth to my ear and whispered huskily, "Because I know what they did to you. I know, and Devine, I care. I want you to prove to them that you are more than that hurting little girl." I looked up at him with wide eyes.

"You know?"

"Of course I do, Devine." He looked into my icy eyes. "You were my life, you are my life, you are mine. I always watched over you, and I will never stop."

I softened slightly. But then the gleam came back into his dark eyes. "Plus, if you weren't hurting you wouldn't kill as readily."

I sighed and the mask slipped back on. "Of course." I disentangled myself from him and walked back to the door. A red rose with a black silk ribbon fell onto my outstretched palm. I examined it and looked up at a smirking Devan.

"You should remember, my beauty, that you are mine." He grasped my arm and the doors opened. We walked forward to applause. I looked down at the people. They were all trying to make eye contact with us. Everyone was watching. I smiled curtly and Devan led me down the steps. The orcastra bloomed into a steady dark beat. The twisting of the darkness made my gut spin. My mind was flooded with the imagery of my life. I smiled and clung to Devan's arm. My face must have changed, because I watched the women of the 'court' look on in awe.

The subtle tug of Devan's mind was there. And I was stubborn enough to continue to fight it. I smiled at the men and the women. "What is this?" I whispered quietly.

"This is your first steps to becoming queen."