Save Our Souls.

I am Mandy of the Night. Standing before the window where I killed Billy a hundred years ago, I look out over my empire, my cold onyx eyes sweeping over the dark land before me.

"Black Earth."

Everything, the entire world, belongs to me. I have achieved everything I ever wanted to achieve and more. I am without weakness, though Billy's death does gnaw at me every now and then. I am the god of billions of lowly, terrified people. They each live in absolute fear of me every moment of their lives.

"Save our souls."

There's that feeling again.

It creeps up through me from somewhere deep within. I can almost feel my power over these people, as if it is boiling within me. Standing at the window, my scythe in hand, I look out over these people. I can hear them again. They are crying out in horror and agony from a lifetime of torture.

I feel… content. A sense of absolute bliss washes over me at the age of darkness I have bought about.

"Black Earth."

I continue to scowl down darkly on the billions of people as they cry out. As all the selfish, weak-minded liars and sycophants writhe in their own nightmarish hell, the edges of my mouth curve upwards sharply.

My young features curve in a sick smile as I listen to them cry out. I feel a sense of happiness at the darkness I have bought down upon them for their own mindless arrogance and stupidity. I hear them crying out, hoping someone will come and fight their battles for them. I hear them cry out, and it makes me so very happy. I smile as they cry out save our souls.