She was twenty five when her father snapped her neck, killing her instantly. It ended twenty five long years of her mortal existence, and for that she wasn't sure if she was grateful or not. Of course she wanted to make her father proud, but what happened afterward made her goal nearly impossible.

After their mortal death their kind, whatever they were, transformed into their true "colors", so to speak. Essentially their heritage would shine through, transforming the color of their hair and eyes. The father gave the color of the eyes while the mother gave the color of the hair. Why they did no one knows, but everyone enjoyed their "rebirth" and displaying the colors of their clans.

It bonded them together and showed to the world that they were fully fledged … wraiths? Sort of, the name of their kind was an ancient one that had no English counterpart. The English never encountered them, by that time they went into hiding in plain sight.

Her father stood and watched impassively, her mother had a bit more emotion on her face, but they stood stoically waiting for her big reveal.

"She is a Posen." Her father declared, something akin to pride in his voice.

He should be proud, she hadn't pulled off the biggest airspace failure for anything less. It had taken months of never ending planning, since she was still human she had to coordinate between planning, eating, and sleeping. In the end the finished product was 47 plane crashes, thousands of casualties, and her father's approval to end her mortal life.

When he snapped her neck, Aubrey felt the strangest feeling. She felt light, lighter than a feather but at the same time her body felt like lead. She couldn't talk or feel anything, but she could feel her neck and the bones that were shifted out of place.

It was something close to being sedated really.

After a minute her neck bones realigned, snapping back into their proper places. Her father took a step back, his bright green eyes were trained on her. The transformation was beginning.

Her already blonde hair lightened until it became strands of sunlight. Her green eyes glowed, mixing with gold until they were this awful shade of golden green. Her father, settling into a look she knew very well, frowned.

"Skylar claimed you?" He muttered, his eyes narrowing.

Sometimes the Greater Beings would claim individuals by blending their eye color with the individual's own. In any other family being claimed by the great Chieftain of the Universe would have been an honor. In the Posen clan, sworn to the Destroyer the great enemy of the Chieftain, it was a fatal curse.

Her mother looked at her as if she was diseased, and Aubrey's throat tightened. She still had her human emotions, which was strange since they didn't have human emotions.

Her father's eyes bore into her soul, searching for the reason why. She had tried her hardest to be claimed by the Great Destroyer, going out of her way to cause as many fatalities as she mortally could. What had she done to please the Greater Ones?

Later the Great Destroyer himself appeared to the Posens in the flesh. She bowed, on her hands and knees with her forehead touching the ground, and it pleased the Great Destroyer.

"Skylar's chosen, apostate to me." He laughed, his deep voice echoing throughout the entire universe. "It is a shame she picked you first. Since your family has served me greatly for the last few eons, I will bring you to a place. You will have four years to accomplish something worthy of being chosen by me. Otherwise, I will cast you away from my sight."

That was a fate worse than death for a Posen.

POV Switch

Barden is, and was, a rather boring place. It was your standard University, with a party scene and all, but apparently, the main highlight was the acapella singing groups. Seriously.

I had no idea what would be big enough to please the Great Destroyer, so I defaulted to causing a war in a random part of the world. It was progressing smoothly, and because of new technology that I pioneered the death tolls were skyrocketing.

As for University, it had only been a day since I made my first arch nemesis, an acapella girl named Alice. Because of her I joined the Barden Bellas, a group of all female acapella singers, to sabotage her chance of happiness. Otherwise the entire thing was whatever, I already learned all the material at Stanford when I graduated.

Now, I trained and trained, making sure that I secured a solo at the ICCA. My master plan, that I set into fruition three years ago was finally going to finish and I almost felt sad, it was a lot of fun finding ways to mess with Alice. I even developed a new skill to annoy the old hag, projectile vomiting.

Chloe was running late, not that I cared really, she was supposed to. It irritated Alice beyond doubt and I enjoyed every second of it. When she finally arrived with her untied scarf Alice snapped at her, claiming that her breath smelled of eggs. Chloe was a friend, even though I did regret that she had to find her scarf stuck in a ventilation grate, and it made the thought of what was to come even sweeter.

"Just don't eff up your solo." Alice snapped.

I suppressed a grin. "I won't disappoint you. My dad always says if you're not here to win, get the hell out of Kuwait."

I knew stupid phrases like that wore on Alice's soul like a rough stone on a knife. She was going to be mad. I loved it.

The end goal wasn't to just humiliate Alice, it was also to destroy the Bellas that she so cared about. The only way to do that was the completely renovate the entire team by either slow and through transformation or by inspiring a revolt. Since the revolt was easier and far more fun to incite, I chose that path.

It helped that the only ones left on the team from Alice's time was Chloe and I. All I had to do now was make Alice's ways sound completely revolting, plan my great incident to win the grace of the Great Destroyer, and figure out Chloe's secret.

Chloe's been hiding something from me since we became roommates Sophomore year, and so far I've ignored it in favor of school work. Now that I was guaranteed Valedictorian, I had more time to snoop around the redhead's personal life.

"What about her?" Chloe asked, pointing to a deviant girl.

I tried not to grin, she was the perfect person to use. She had the rebel aura, all I needed to do was find her buttons and push until she did all my hard work for me.

"No." I declared, cementing the idea in Chloe's head.

It was almost too perfect.