Caius felt like a master painter, with Venera as his blank canvas, with unlimited choices of colors as he sought to create the masterpiece he desired.
He reveled in the exhilarating thrill of being a creator who wielded the power to make a mess or a masterpiece, forging her life as he sees fit.
He reveled in the exhilarating thrill of being just like a god who could shape a person's life as he pleased.
This feeling… is intoxicating.
Vera is his, and his alone.
…
Seth narrowed his eyes as he clutched the crisp parchment, a letter that had arrived like a storm on an otherwise serene day— unexpected and laden with implications from the emperor of the alien race.
"My lord, what news does the emperor bring?" inquired his right-hand man, a seasoned warrior and loyal attendant who had stood by Seth's side through countless trials.
Seth's face turned a little ugly, the vibrancy draining from his already pale features as a heavy frown descended.
