A/N: Another try at a Professor Layton fic! Hope you enjoy. Clive's POV.

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My own London. A world of my own making, of my own demise. It was all under my control and I could rule whatever I wanted. I had full control over everything and anything I wanted. I had the world in my hands. And I could command it with an iron fist.

I stood there, admiring the stage that was laid out before me. I had a whole different dimension laid out before my eyes. I had everything I could ever need.

For a few mere moments, I stood there, surveying the work with confident eyes. And I realized that maybe I could just have this world. Maybe I could just live in this London instead of taking it out on the one above. I could create new parents: better ones, two who would take care of me. I could have the place I always dreamed of.

Maybe this London could be my world. Maybe I could hide here and keep to myself and create a whole different London. I could play the role of Prime Minister. I could be the ruler of the world. All this money and the entire making: I could have it all.

Everything could be absolutely, positively mine.

But then where would my vengeance go? Would I let my parents die without reason? Would I let them get away with dying and leaving me behind, a miserable wreck of skin and bones to live alone in the world, no true blood as a weak comfort for my fragile mind? No. I would level London and create anew the realm of the world above; I would create a whole new city. I would build the new heart of Great Britain.

Revenge would be golden and taste as sweet as honey when I finally extracted it on those who had taken everything I ever cared about from me. They deserved it. They had killed my parents. They had ripped family away from hundreds of people. They had done more damage than they could ever comprehend.

And they got away with murder. Bill Hawkes and Dimitri Allen would never escape their due punishment of my merciless wrath. It was deserved.

With all of London as my stage, I took on my part of Luke Triton. This London and being it's ruler would never amass to the craving I had to tear the lives of Dimitri Allen and Bill Hawkes from their roles and throw them into my set, forcing them downward and into the society that I brought them to. They wouldn't last as long as I held them under the Earth with my iron grip of fierce control.

I would have my redemption with my stage of London.


A/N: please review.

~Sky