Lord Nightmare paced, back and forth, back and forth. It had been over 15 hours since they had discovered one of Mew's fossils within a sealed chamber, and started to create a descendant for the throne. They had only learned her attacks and gender.

The new specimen was to be the princess of all demon beasts, and, after he died, take on the throne. She was designed to be strong, much stronger than any of the GSA's soldiers. Suddenly, his train of thought was disrupted by an excited shout by one of the generals, General Dracul.

"Your Majesty. She's waking up!"

Nightmare walked over to the tank, in which she was encased, and looked over his newest creation. Kali was about the size of a Mewtwo and was jet black. From her back protruded bat wings which had two claws on the end of each thin membrane. Her closed eyes were supposed to be the color of ice, with only a red tint. Despite her smaller size, she was formidable, meant to be the strongest demon beast ever created. The only one that was stronger than her was himself.

There was a shuddering as Kali opened her eyes. They were the predicted color of ice, and in them, he saw no emotion, only unforgiving, and hatred. Kali's wings opened, and with a strength known only to her, she smashed the glass and hopped out of her tank. Everyone shuddered as she gazed around at them, slowly, surveying every single one of them.

Kali looked at Nightmare and seemed to be able to hold that gaze, not at all intimidated by the being in front of her. Wanting the newborn to show respect, Scorpios, a lizard-like demon beast, raised his whip and struck.

Except that it never reached her. Kali looked at the cane and slammed her left wing into his arm so that the rod went flying. Her next assault was that her finger elongated into a long claw, razor sharp. One blow and Scorpius collapsed, blood pouring from the gash on his neck. He never moved again.

All of the troops were shocked and started backing away, eager to stray from this newfound killing machine. Nightmare was different. Nightmare strode toward Kali and placed his hand on her shoulder, transmitting a small shock of dark energy. She barely flinched as the energy coursed through her wings, even though she was supposed to scream.

He smiled. She was perfect for the throne.