He looked at the pitiful creature before him, truly was there ever a creature so miserable and annoying?

He'd broken her, that much was true, but could you blame him truly? She was just asking for it, screaming in his ear and flaring his temper.

Besides, she needed to be stronger to survive the upcoming entertaining twist her universe would play on her race, at least that's what he'd tell the annoying elder god's cronies.

They were so annoying, don't do this, don't do that, follow these rules, hell he was here to have fun, not babysit fodder whom would likely end up in a mutants belly soon.

There she was again, crying in a corner attempting to block out reality.

"Heh." He cackled at the inside joke, truly no one ever understood his sense of humor.

He supposed he should say something, at least to get this over with, this whole experiment was becoming boring, more so than he had originally thought it'd be.

Who knew switching sides would be this underwhelming, he missed his throne-room, this replica towering over his captial, well ex-capital now he supposed, was still extremely comfortable to lend back on.

The room had been designed by his favorite architect, whom knew what awaited him should he fail to meet his standards, the walls only seemed transparent while they were study enough to withstand a colliding space-cruiser.

He suppossed he could just lay back and enjoy it while it lasted, the new mansion granted to him wasn't up to par.

He rather liked the bed there though, ever if it was a tad smaller than his previous one.

'Ah. That fluffy goodness...' A rare smile emerged from the corner of his pale lips, back home this smile would chill his vassels and freeze their hearts.

Mulling over his smile a frown came to him, it wasn't his fault his skin turned this unhealthy sheen, back during the wars he'd grabbed at power recklessly.

It was either that or be destroyed, those weak fools fought like the weak always did, united and in large numbers, cowards and cheaters the lot of them.

Why was it that rightous idiot's always spewed on and on about honor and glory yet never wanted to fight fair? They always needed 'friends' or a 'team', the last idiot even had a whole god-damn army behind him, still their bones and those of their loved ones had made for a Glorious showing, the road itself was a little bumpy to be true.

The memory of their long-dead cries brought a smile to his face, those were the days, he felt a surge of satisfaction.

Where was he again? Oh yes..the girl.

"Girl. Here." Summoning up a minisule surge of Psi, he brought forth the filled chalice.

This similated reality was truly something, interlocking so many minds at once, the chalice itself was not of his making, even now it's form and contents required none of his mental acuity to maintain.

He knew someone else was keeping it's form maintained, no mental construct could retain it's form without someone specifically exerting Psi.

He understood the core concept, no True Necromancer worth his power didn't dabble in Psi, Psi while being the least physically menacing had an assortment of utility effects for both Qi and Spirit, such as granting thought to mindless undead or preset actions.

The cost was also absurdly and astronomically high, even he, at the height of his power, would never waste so many resources as carelessly as Alastor the 'Enlightened', how the sympathetic fool and his brood maintained power for so long he would never know.

Looking up from the chalice his eyes spotted the cowering form of the girl, she hadn't moved an inch, mumbling to herself.

Annoying and worthless, why Myru wasted both their time on her he'd never know.

Then again he was no oracle, so perhaps the pragmatic woman had seen farther than he, oracles were annoying that way sometimes.

"Tch. Girl, drink this and you'll forget everything and go home." A simple conversion and patterned spell later, the chalice floated directly infront of the girl.

Contrary to common sense the girl fled from the water as thought it were a patch-work-ghoul made in haste.

His patience took a hit, and he almost summoned a batch of skeletal servants to force it down her throat, chalice and all.

Letting the spell fizzle out the chalice landed on the floor and rolled, oddly enough the water within remained stationary, unmoving and uncaring towards the forces of simulated gravity.

"You vile beast." Myru appeared within his domain, unexpected as always.

"Here for your new favorite?" He rolled his eyes at her.

"You are so crass. Look at the poor girl." Myru eye's shone with distain.

He heard a simpering cry from the girl, he rolled his eyes for emphasis at Myru and smirked, let her 'try' to see HIS future.

Displeasure plainly written on her face Myru kneeled next to the girl, comforting her with petty comments.

"I asked you to be careful." Myru's pretty frown and blocked eyes glared at him.

"She needs to be stronger than that." He shrugged uncaring.

"My father will hear of this." Myru huffed.

"Daddies favorite girl. Must be nice." A playful smirk decorated his face as Myru's face contorted.

"There will be consequences." Myru took on a neutral expression, to which he smirked.

He knew her weakness, she relied on those combined psyhic powers too much, it was instinct by now really.

She relied on them so much that when she couldn't use them, she lost her all knowing suave, thus effectively crippling her on even footing.

IF she could read his future, or his mind, perhaps then she'd realize he cared little over what Alastor could do to him.

They wouldn't kill him, if they even had the balls to try, not over a single little girl from some back-water planet whom was marginably more than an ape.

His eyes tracked Myru as she made a genuine effort to bend over and pick up the chalice, he rather liked her.

She was certainly a beauty, but he'd long transended attraction to mere flesh, while it did help, it was her spirit and sharp wit he would enjoying taming.

Still there were certain bounderies Alastor would not abide, and despoiling his favorite little girl likely counted, plus he'd found he usually enjoyed the chase more than the conquest, quickly growing bored after.

It was funny how people tended to crave the things just out of reach more than anything.

"Jessica. Listen to me." Myru started as she approached, relucatance evident in her gait.

"What do you people want! Leave me alone! PLEASE!" The girl held herself as she looked at the oracle.

"Jessica. I need you to focus, there is an important choice you must now make." Myru faced her with patience.

"I want to go home!" Jessica wailed.

"And you will. Please listen to me." Myru added a hint of soothing compassion to her voice.

"...what?" The girl, Jessica, squeaked as she sobbed.

That was truly getting annoying, if Myru weren't here he'd have already just stuffed the damnable liquid down her throat.

Perhaps he should focus on the other interactions he was having, there were many people whom had chosen death, and he tended to many of them simultanously with a flick of his mind.

Even now he was choking the life of a few of this girl's fellow humans, others he was tearing limb from limb, and occasionally to the polite ones he just gave them instructions and they went on their merry way, those were the smart ones.

Usually he truly focused on one or two though, splitting ones mind and focusing on everything at the same time was annoying, mostly because people were annoying, so many questions...over stupid little things.

A miniscule portion of his focus was all he required to listen in on the conversation between Myru and the girl.

"...and so if you choose to forget, your parents will die." Myru finished.

The girl remained silent and he watched her internal struggle, it was quite enteraining to be honest.

He loved the endless depths people would go on either side, choices they made, those moments when you were broken or remade.

She was litterally shaking, staring at the chalice while horror and reality weighed on her mind, would she break more?

A brief flash of cold steel in her eyes made him raise a brow, followed shortly by resignation and sobbing.

"I'll keep my memories." Tears streamed down her eyes.

"Do you wish to meet your new friends?" Myru asked.

The girl shook her head.

"Very well. Rest child. When you awaken, you shall be home." Myru placed a hand on her shoulder and she vanished.

Only he and Myru remained on this 'space'.

"Excellent performance." He smirked, he had to hand it to her, Myru was pragmatic, unlike her father.

Just because she couldn't see HIS future didn't mean she couldn't see this girls one, if Myru had truly wanted them not to meet, she could have done it.

"Her chances are much higher now." Myru scowled at him.

"'Chances' that will benifit you and your father the most you mean?" He smiled as her scowl deepened, she was easy to read, as well as goad.

"...You think I revel in this? I balance the lives of billions! WARS do not win themselves! I choose the course of least blood!" Myru glared at him, before quickly mastering herself.

"Oh, I don't doubt that. I just call it as I see it, after-all if you kill a man for a greater cause or for his money, does it make him any less dead?" He smiled as Myru fumed.

Without another word, Myru vanished.

He closed his eyes and leaned back, this throne was truly heavenly, he'd miss it.