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Many years have passed since the woman named Uma Sayalami came to him, came to live with him in Hell. Many years have come to pass, since that day when Uma took away the daughter born of that man away.

Crimson read eyes seemed to hold all of Hell within them. He appeared motionless, sitting back in his throne, accompanied by his wife sitting right next to him. Uma Sayalami, once human, protector of mankind, now his bride, his Eve of Darkness. Today's procession is an especial one. Today, they were acting as audience. A young woman with long raven hair is who Vandal King was there to judge.

This child of his...she was troublesome, more than Vandal would admit to anyone. It would have been fine if she only played with humans, but demons were also often not spared through her mischievous actions. "You may proceed." Vandal ordered his daughter, looking at him with a stare void of compassion or feeling. While Vandal King was subject to feeling the same effects of his daughter's Sovereignty, it did not hold the same compassion as it did on others, that...depended on him and him alone.

Zahra never understood the need for such presentations. These things always came to her as easily as they did her father. This world and all aspects of it, aside from the chosen few wearing one of the sovereign's brands, were subject to her will. Second only to its owner, of course. But she understood. Parading about for her father's entertainment led to her getting what she wanted, at the end of the day. And so, she would give them a show.

Not only that but a dance as well!

A waltz was the only ritual fitting for this performance. A snap of her fingers and a song began to play. Every footstep spawned crystals in its wake that slowly spread across the floor. Bits of the ceiling broke off and formed into clay birds that raced about the throne room; nearly indiscernible from their organic counterparts by sight and sound alone. Pockets of air began to change into other elements until the building blocks of the universe, by Aristotle's mythology, danced around her as nothing more than decoration. Every part of the palace began to change and the only aspects of it that were left alone were her parents' seats and a small area around them.

Soon, the birds began to collect in midair above Zahra's head. The clay molded into a ball that grew larger and larger with every bird that threw itself into the collective. It followed the princess of hell for a short time as the crystals spread to consume the rest of the visible room. After the entire area had become shining stone, the ball of clay was set ablaze and burned until it was a blackened, galvanized stone. It stopped moving as the girl continued to waltz to the sound of Beethoven and, after she had moved out of its way, it fell.

The stone shattered and fell right through the crystal floor, making no sound after it had fallen through, no secondary collision. Cracks began to spread across the entire room, spreading farther and farther with every footstep that the girl took. And then the entire room was brittle, it shattered. What was left for her audience to see was nothingness. Not the rest of the palace nor the rest of Brimstone. Nothingness for eternity. Zahra ended her dance before her parents and bowed.

Motionless she stood as a spec of light appeared in the distant background. Slowly, it grew until they passed by a sun. Then a black hole. A few galaxies and a supernova. Space seemed to rush by faster and faster as they traveled through the universe. In a blur, they arrived back within the palace; no changes to be found from its original state before she began to play around with the powers of a god.

The music fell silent.

Zahra stood and awaited her father's words as her mother simply chortled and clapped; impressed by her daughter's upcoming abilities. The smile worn by the princess was fake, but it had been practiced so many times that no one was likely to notice. She merely awaited her father's words before she could depart and do something a little more fun. Well, by her standards, anyway.

Vandal would probably try to put on a smile, even a fake one, had he not known that his daughter was, in fact, using his ever omnipotent energy in Hell. He could feel it coursing through her, giving her abilities otherwise she was not able to muster. A true little devil, Zahra maintained a human figure, perhaps reminiscent of his past, but her mannerisms, and her very being exuded the majesty of a true demoness, this...was irrefutable.

Much like him, really meant little to her as Vandal observed. Would she have tried to harm her mother and him? Vandal didn't wait to find out, instead choosing to simply negate her influence in a small area around him and Uma. The music played on, and she danced, like a Seamstress weaving webs of her own.

Then the music came to an end.

Vandal did not say anything but gestured her to come to him. Zahra walked over to his father. "Do you believe you will be able to live under my protection your whole life?" Even though he phrased it so, Vandal really wasn't looking for an answer from his daughter. He'd already determined what he wanted to do, whether Uma liked it or not.

Zahra's false smile persisted, even through her father's harsh words and their cold implications. Of course, she had no intentions to rely on her father forever. That was the entire point of all of this, wasn't it? To make her into something gaudy that could take over after her father had grown tired of his position on top of Brimstone. She had his gift. She could control the power that pervaded the land. With naught but a dance, she had managed to send everyone in the room careening through the universe without harming a single soul. She could feel her father keeping her influence from reaching their seats, and she felt more than insulted about it.

It wasn't like she had any intention of harming either of them, after all.

Didn't matter. That was just how father was. If you weren't his beloved wife, then you were inadequate. It didn't matter that she hat shared his beloved's blood. It didn't matter if the light couldn't touch her. Father would never see how superior she was in her ability to warp this dimension until she could boast strength comparable to his and do something that neither he nor his bride could. There was no point in causing any unnecessary trouble. She knew better than to challenge a god. She'd keep practicing until she was good enough to take over...

Maybe then she'd start to speak up.

"No, sir. I do not," she replied, deadpan, "If my skills are inadequate, then I shall simply train harder. If I may, could I be excused?"

She wanted nothing to do with either of them at the moment.

Vandal King shook his head. Zahra really was a problem child. She was unlike all the rest of them. She didn't particularly heed him. Always something going on with her, in her head. "Show me your other skills, Zahra." Trust was an issue Vandal had with this spawn of his. He looked at Uma and then back at Zahra. Uma was...bright, and Zahra was not so much. Sure, immortal like he was, and capable of using his own energy, much like himself. Sometimes Vandal wondered if Zahra was just a copy of him.