World was beautiful, what they made. No strife, no chaos, just magic and light. The world was theirs to claim yet obey. One move out of place and hell struck them like a lightening bolt, and none would question it. No one at all. "Is it beautiful, my dears?" A woman asked. The elder of the two nodded. "It is. A wonderful sight to behold." The woman smiled, and looked to the littler of the two. "And what do you think?" "It is beautiful." She agreed. "You sound like you're hesitating." The elder frowned. "I'm not," The smaller one answered. "Believe me, I'd never go against you!" "I don't believe you." The woman turned her back and the littler one dropped to her knees. "Don't- don't do that!" She pleaded, and a quick slap from the elder sent her to the floor. The elder smirked. "You grovel to much to be a part of the new world. Shush, and do your job." "Thank you," The woman smiled. "You've always been my favorite. I suppose I'll let you stay, but if you cry I'll punish you. There is no unhappiness in paradise." "Yes, Mother." Malle nodded and slowly climbed to her feet. All was going according to plan.
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