War

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In the dark of night, well, in the dark of his void he smirked pleasantly to himself. In the dark of his void he knew, and he reveled in the knowing. In the dark of the void he felt the certainty of victory and let himself bathe in arrogance.
However, it felt so boring. It felt so predictable, the way he was going to win. It just felt so, used.
He sighed, flicking the piece of paper that was in front of him out into the blackness around him.
A new paper materialized, and he began to write. The beginning and outcome of the winning came naturally to him. It the how that stunned him. How? He thought. Who?
That's when it came to him, he had spent uncountable years in the void floating there and watching from his mirror. Watching a particular set of young people as they scrambled to more than what they really were. He watched, like he always did. That's when he knew, when they flashed in on his mirror again. He had so much time just watching, and his grand entrance was going to be perfect because he knew. He began.
"War is coming, and you Teen Titians are going to be the ones who cause it."

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