“Don’t you get it? You don’t scare me. You’ve been working off of fear the entire time you’ve been in power, and it stops here. I refuse to let you continue, do you hear me? You call yourself a god. You’re not a god! You would have had to create this world. And you didn’t, correct?” She moved closer to him, watching his expression change to what he’d used to his benefit for so long—sheer terror. She let herself down from her toes and continued to pace her predatory circle.

“H-how would you know any of that?” he questioned, trying to keep his voice level although his eyes and the beads of sweat forming on his forehead gave his fear away quite clearly.

“How would I know where to find you? How would I know anything about you?” she mocked. “I’m a telepath, and I was told. You were going to try to make it a better place, right? This world? Laughable! This world will change itself, for better or worse. You can’t change it; I’ve tried!” Her bright silver eyes bored holes through him.