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I sat upon my Throne, one leg over an armrest. As I stare at the images, shown within the small glass ball in my hand. I can’t stop myself from smiling maliciously. I begin to laugh, and laugh, and laugh before I truly destroy everything around me. I slowly get control of my emotions.
I rise from my Throne and head towards a rack with other similar glass balls. Each one focused on a particular person.Today I have much work to do. A show to put on and people to meet. Just before I head out, I start to create my false personality. One that’s weaker and focused on daddy dearest’s plans.
Oh! How hilarious it is to me that everyone thinks that Superman becoming a Tyrant was because of Lois and their baby dying. When really it was my doing.
I remember that day. As a powerful Empath, how could I possibly forget? I remember the pure joy Joker felt as he succeeded in his plans. I remember the deaths and the pain of the injured. I remember the shock and agony as realization hit everyone. Lastly I remember the feeling of my humanity crumbling. My compassion gone like dust on the wind and my morals no longer standing in the way.
So much had happened that day. Not even my “friends” had come out of it whole. I take a moment to remember my so called “friends”. Starfire in particular makes me clench my fists so hard, I begin to bleed. It still boggles my mind to this day. She thought I had crumbled because Beast Boy had died. Me?! The one who childishly summoned her own father. Causing the complete and utter annihilation of her entire planet. I felt there deaths! I felt my mother’s death! I was brought to my father’s hellish realm! I was 10 years old! I am a powerful Empath and I was 10 years old! It took me 4 years to escape that realm. Knowing and accepting that I would have to deal with my father for the rest of my existence. Did she truly believe that the death of Beast Boy would be the only thing to break me? How dare she! How dare that BITCH believe me to be so pathetic and weak as to crumble so easily. When someone dies around me it’s like losing a friend, each and every time. That day I didn’t loose one person. I lost millions… I lost Lois too…
The mere thought of everyone believing that I broke over one man. Hurts my demonic Pride like nothing else would. Was I truly so pathetic in everyone’s eyes? In Starfire’s? Damn you Starfire! I will break you!!!
Using my meditation techniques. I get my emotions under control again. I take a moment to look around and see the sheer destruction I had caused. Sighing, I take a few moments to repair and put everything back in place. Than I go back to what I was originally doing. Creating my fake personality and focusing on more amusing thoughts.
Once I was free of my humanity. I thought about just destroying everything as father would want, but decided I wanted some revenge and fun first. I mean it’s not like anyone here cares enough to realize what’s happened. Too focused on the explosion and poor little Superman. To ever register the type of suffering an explosion like that could cause an Empath. A quick death is too good for them.
It took a while and even now, I still have to be on my toes. Any mistakes could be the downfall of my plans. It first started with nudges on Superman and Wonder Woman. A nudge of emotion here. A altered memory there and a whispered thought at the right moment. Causing two people, who were originally inspirations. To being a Tyrant and a simpering woman in Love. Wonder Woman was easy. Her great ability for Lover became her greatest vulnerability. Superman was harder, not only because of his experience in dealing with psychic’s but also because he was the centre of attention. Any changes done too much or too quickly. Would lead to his closest friends noticing. Especially people like Mr.Terrific and Martin Manhunter. It was also quite frustrating because I’d come back to find some of my work undone.
As time went on I moved from those two, outwards. Towards the rest of the League and others… like the villains and civilians. Some like Batman and Nightwing were untouchable because they would have immediately noticed anything strange. So I had go looking for someone more vulnerable, like Damian. He was always an emotional person. Reverting him to his old childish self took some time, but was worth it. It ended up giving me a moment to precious to pass up. Causing Nightwing’s death and placing the blame on Damian was immensely rewarding. Especially when it lead to Damian turning on Batman. A “Friend” eliminated and a nuance focused elsewhere.
Thinking over all that I’ve done over the last few years makes me grin and the best part, was erasing Joker. Oh, people still remember the explosion. They even know Joker did it, but they don’t remember Joker. It amuses me greatly when I told him what I did. Not everything. Just the erasing part. The look on his face was priceless. I even took a picture and have it hung on my wall.
Yes, it was tough and some would even say pointless but to me. It’s well worth it. After all… who would ever believe that poor pathetic little Raven would ever be a real threat. Grinning I finish up and teleport to my next location. I have a show to put on… and a “friend” to deal with. Don’t worry Cyborg. I haven’t forgotten you…
The End by LadyLark