I'm happy to announce the third part to my series! Please enjoy!

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A young girl about the age of seven with bright blue eyes and long raven hair stood among a large crowd inside a large manor. She sighed; events like these had always been too much for her. Too crowded, hard to breathe. She could hardly herself think with all the noise. Her parents stood about ten feet away from her, both of their faces plastered with fake, forced smiles as they conversed with other socialites. They were so preoccupied that she was able to slip away, unnoticed by everyone else in the room. Well, everyone bar one other person.

The girl found herself on the roof of the large manor, gazing up at the starry sky. She had always loved the night. It was dark, yet beautiful. The night was really a wonderful thing, simply just misunderstood. It was mysterious, unknown. And for that, people often misjudged it. It reminded her a lot of herself in ways that she couldn't quite explain, that were a mystery even to her.

"Leste?" uttered a familiar voice. "Whatcha you doin' up here?"

Celeste Martha Hippolyta Wayne tensed as she turned around to face the owner of the voice, then sighed in relief when she realized who it was. "Oh, hi Livy," she greeted solemnly. "I'm just thinkin'."

Olive Queen sat next to her friend. "'Bout what?" she asked. She was about Celeste's age and had bright green eyes and long golden blond hair.

"Everything," Celeste answered somewhat dramatically. She crossed her arms. "I hate these dumb parties."

"Me too," Olive agreed. "Daddy does too. But Mommy says that we have to 'make an appearance' or something like that." Honestly, she had no idea what her mother had meant by "appearance" as the word wasn't quite in her vocabulary. She wondered what is was and how someone would even go about making it.

"That's what Daddy says too," Celeste told her. "I just wish that Mommy would just kick them out of our house already. They're loud."

Olive grinned. "Then we could have a sleepover!" she suggested. A ghost of a smile appeared on Celeste's face before it faded away. "What's wrong?"

Celeste looked on the verge of tears. "I did something bad," she confessed. "Really bad."

"What was it?"

Celeste looked away from her. "I burned a hole in the wall," she answered, a lone tear making its way down her cheek. "Daddy was so mad. Mommy hates me now."

Olive gasped. "No she doesn't!" she insisted. "Aunt Diana loves you!" That much was apparent. Anyone, no matter how old they were could see the love in Diana's eyes when she looked at her daughter. And Bruce could never say no to his baby girl. The thought of either one of them hating her was impossible for Olive to comprehend.

Celeste finally turned towards her, biting her lip to keep more tears from falling. "She won't look at me, Livy," she whimpered sadly. "I'm a monster."

Olive glared at her (well, as much as a seven year old could). "No, you're not!" she nearly shouted, slightly startling her friend. "You're not a monster! You're a princess!"

"Mommy's a princess," Celeste pointed out, frowning. "Not me." The daughter of a princess was technically not a princess, right?

"You're still royal," Olive retorted, her voice softer. "You're not a monster, you're just special." Celeste nodded, not feeling like arguing with her friend right now. Her mind drifted back to that day...

Flashback

"Mommy, Daddy!" Celeste shouted, bursting into her parents' study, grinning widely.

"Celeste, honey, what have we said about knocking?" Diana scolded lightly, though it was halfhearted. She could never really stay angry with her daughter, her love for the girl was too great.

Celeste pouted. "But you said you'd come play with me," she reminded them.

Diana ruffled her daughter's hair. "We did, didn't we?"

"We'll be there in a second, baby girl," Bruce promised her. "Just give us a few more minutes."

Celeste sighed and exited their study, closing the door behind her. "That's what you always say," she murmured, disappointed. Her sadness soon turned into rage as her palm rested on a nearby wall. "They never play with me anymore! It's not fair!" She felt her hand grow warm as her arm went through the the wall, a singed hole surrounding it. "Huh?!"

There was a gasp as Celeste looked at her parents. Diana's eyes were wide as she stared at her daughter in shock and Bruce's expression was a mix of rage and confusion. Her father scowled as he stormed away, muttering a string of curse words that she wasn't allowed to repeat. Her mother looked at her with an emotion in her eyes that was foreign to the seven year old as she turned on her heal, following her husband.

Celeste leaned against the wall across from the hole she made, sliding down until she hit the floor. The young girl buried her face in her hands as she wept for what felt like hours until she fell asleep.

"Hey, Celeste," said Olive, snapping her out of her thoughts. "We should go back. They're probably looking for us."

Celeste crossed her arms. "Maybe your mommy and daddy are," she snapped. "Mine don't like me anymore."

Olive didn't take offense to her tone. "Come on," she ordered, grabbing Celeste's arm and pulling her away. Celeste grumbled something incoherent as she allowed herself to be taken back into the madness.

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"Where have you two been?" Dinah Lance-Queen asked her daughter and niece as they reentered the room. Luckily for them, she didn't sound angry with the two. "Celeste, your mother and father have been looking all over for you. You should go see them."

Celeste shot Olive an apprehensive look before nodding. "Of course, Aunt Dinah," she said. "I'll go see them now." With that, she reluctantly strode over to her parents' side, staying a good two feet apart from them. Bruce and Diana exchanged concerned looks at their daughter's strange behavior, but said nothing as they and Celeste forced smiles on their faces.

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Later that night, Celeste was flicking through the channels on the TV in her room. She needed some sort of distraction to take her mind off her parents. Unfortunately for her, there seemed to be nothing on that caught her interest. Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. "Come in," she murmured quietly, not really in the mood for visitors.

Diana entered the room and walked over to her daughter's bed. "Hi, sweetie," she greeted.

Celeste turned the TV off and looked at her mother. "Hi, Mommy," she greeted back.

"Baby, what's the matter?" asked Diana in concern, gently taking her face and caressing her cheeks. Her daughter had been acting off since the incident a few days ago and she was getting worried. "What is it that's gotten you so upset?"

Tears welled in Celeste's eyes. "You and Daddy hate me," she whimpered sadly. "cause I'm a monster."

Diana was appalled at this information. "Darling, how could you think that?!" she asked in shock. "You are not a monster! Your father and I love you more than you could ever know!" Her voice became much softer. "You just...surprised us is all."

Celeste held her hand out towards her mother. "Mommy, I don't want this power," she sobbed. "How do I make it go away?"

Diana shook her head somberly. "You can't," she answered quietly. Celeste buried her head into her mother's chest as she cried for a good hour or so. As Diana held her daughter, she remembered what had happened a few hours after the incident.

Flashback

"Bruce," said Diana forcefully as she followed him into the Batcave. She understood that he was upset, but this was not Celeste's fault. She was merely and oblivious child. He needed to understand that. "Bruce, calm down. She didn't mean to. It was an accident."

Bruce inhaled deeply. "I'm not angry at Celeste," he insisted. "I'm furious with that asshole father of yours. This was obviously his doing."

Diana glared at him. "He is not my father," she snapped, then sighed. Honestly, he was lucky that the Gods didn't just strike him right here. "But these are similar to his powers. I'll go to Tartarus tonight and see if he had anything to do with it, alright?" She was able to calm Bruce down before she took off in her invisible jet towards the gate.

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Somehow, Diana was able to get to the gate in Themyscira without being detected by the other Amazons. That was a good thing, considering she was still banished. And the fact that her mother didn't even now that she married Bruce let alone that she had a daughter. She flew for a good ten minutes before arriving to Hades' palace. She had no idea what Hades had done to her baby, but she was going to find out. "Hades!" she shouted as she approached his throne. "What have you done to my daughter!?"

"My dear child," Hades purred. "Is that any way to address your father?"

"Answer me, damn it!" demanded Diana. "Celeste should only have strength, speed, flight, and the ability to talk to animals, and all of my other gifts. She should not be able to control hellfire!" She herself had never had the ability, so why did Celeste?

Hades smirked down at her. "Oh, but what kind of grandfather would I be if I didn't give my granddaughter something special?" he taunted her.

"What did you do to her?" Diana spat. Her patience was running thin. "Tell me now. Or by Zeus I will tear your heart out and make you eat it."

Hades was not deterred by her threat in the slightest. In fact, his smirk seemed to grow wider. "Isn't it obvious? I've named her my sole heir. She now has all my powers along with yours. She's strong, Diana. With time and training, I'm sure she'll surpass even you. She'll most likely surpass even myself."

Diana clenched her fist, unimaginable rage coursing through her veins. "How dare you..." she seethed quietly. "How dare you! You had no right to mess with my daughter's abilities! Now she most likely has the idea in her head that she's a monster all because of you!"

Hades raised an eyebrow at her. "Really?" he challenged. "Am I the one who shunned her? Who didn't even look at her? Am I the one who left her alone in a hallway? Am I the one her brought her into existence only because of a corrupt future that I can't even remember?" He paused. "Oh wait. I believe that was all you and your Batman's doing, my child."

Diana was flabbergasted. "H-How did you-?" she sputtered. "Have you been spying on us!?"

Hades shrugged. "Maybe. The point is that Celeste has all the set up to be the perfect warrior. I encourage you and your Batman to train her. Teach her everything you were taught. Let her live among the Amazons for a year or two." He grinned. "Maybe even send her here to learn from me."

"You will not set foot near my daughter," Diana hissed. "Try it and I'll make you pay I swear it." She turned on her heel and left briskly.

Diana was snapped out of her thoughts by her daughter's light snoring and smiled. "Sleep well, my Sun and Stars," she whispered. She tucked the girl in and lightly kissed the top of her head before ruffling her hair and walking out of her room. She sighed as the visit to Tartarus replayed in her mind. Celeste as Hades' heir? What was he thinking? How did he even do that from a distance? Diana shook her head. She didn't want this for her baby girl. She wanted her to choose to become a hero if she wanted to. But what if she feels like she has to because of her powers? Dread filled her body as she thought of the most horrifying thought of all.

If Hades were to somehow die, would Celeste become the new ruler of Tartarus?

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