The red light slowly faded. The lines that had traced up the walls during the ritual receded towards the center of the room, twisting inwards until the hit the circle around a pair of heavily booted feet.
Zuriel couldn't contain her wild grin. Yes... her dream now would come true. She'd escaped her rotten universe, left it to fade away. It had deserved nothing less. Her sister had completely betrayed her and had been left behind as well, though the girl knew it was likely that Charmeine was still trying to figure out a way to stop her. But it didn't matter. Nothing about that world mattered. Not even Charmeine, who had once seemed like the single shining beacon of light and hope in her life, mattered.
Zuriel grin widened. Nothing mattered at all except her goal. There was no way any other universe was any better then her own, was there? So it didn't matter how many would be sacrificed. The only hope for anyone would be in her goal. A new universe, a utopia that would stand above everything else as a resplendent paradise where no-one would ever suffer, there would only be happiness. No more pain or sadness, only joy.
Even if she had to walk over the bodies of the dead and broken to achieve her goal, nothing would stop her. And so she had stretched out her grasp, across hundreds of universe, to rake in anyone who held potential. Who would do whatever it took to achieve their goal.
And so, as her candidates materialized, pulled from whatever they were doing to be brought it a dark room, decorated with black and white lace and furniture, they would be greeted with the sight of a golden-eyed, grey-skinned girl. She seemed tall, but the thickness of her boots probably elevated her from rather short to more imposing. The sword she held in one hand, however, seemed to radiate power. Just as her expression showed manic intensity.
"I know you must all have questions," she said, immediately, "And I'll answer whatever you want! But first, would you like to join me in creating the perfect world, for all of us and everyone?!"
If that didn't convince them, she had plenty of other offers to make.
Zuriel couldn't contain her wild grin. Yes... her dream now would come true. She'd escaped her rotten universe, left it to fade away. It had deserved nothing less. Her sister had completely betrayed her and had been left behind as well, though the girl knew it was likely that Charmeine was still trying to figure out a way to stop her. But it didn't matter. Nothing about that world mattered. Not even Charmeine, who had once seemed like the single shining beacon of light and hope in her life, mattered.
Zuriel grin widened. Nothing mattered at all except her goal. There was no way any other universe was any better then her own, was there? So it didn't matter how many would be sacrificed. The only hope for anyone would be in her goal. A new universe, a utopia that would stand above everything else as a resplendent paradise where no-one would ever suffer, there would only be happiness. No more pain or sadness, only joy.
Even if she had to walk over the bodies of the dead and broken to achieve her goal, nothing would stop her. And so she had stretched out her grasp, across hundreds of universe, to rake in anyone who held potential. Who would do whatever it took to achieve their goal.
And so, as her candidates materialized, pulled from whatever they were doing to be brought it a dark room, decorated with black and white lace and furniture, they would be greeted with the sight of a golden-eyed, grey-skinned girl. She seemed tall, but the thickness of her boots probably elevated her from rather short to more imposing. The sword she held in one hand, however, seemed to radiate power. Just as her expression showed manic intensity.
"I know you must all have questions," she said, immediately, "And I'll answer whatever you want! But first, would you like to join me in creating the perfect world, for all of us and everyone?!"
If that didn't convince them, she had plenty of other offers to make.