I am tired of listening to you.
All of you.
Telling her she is destined to end this world.
But you do not tell her how.
Oh no, that is the one thing you don't tell her.
Well, it's my turn to speak.
My turn to teach her something.
Raven, you doom the world by existing.
By only existing in every possible reality and future.
In one of those futures, they take your innocence in hopes it will help you on the path to beginning the Apocolypse.
It works.
But not in the way they intended.
You have a daughter.
The next step after Trigon.
The evil shadows that brought about his birth strike again.
More intelligently this time, however.
By each year a 1 is the second number in her age, a quarter of her power is awoken.
She will learn to use it.
Learn to like it.
But something happened.
Something went wrong.
By the age of four her power matched that of her predecessor.
She could roam through eras past and future, and move freely though the realities.
By the age of eleven, she destroyed the world.
Not just the earth you know.
Her awakening power, now surpassing that of your father, shattered the barriers between the realities.
She truly ended the world.
But she was horrified by what she had done.
All she had killed.
What she had become.
She fled into the past, running through the realities in hopes that it would slow her aging.
She met the others, those who could have happened.
Morrigun, Shadowspinner, Sage, your other children.
The one great sorceress of them all helped her to lock away the half of her soul that was purely evil.
Your daughter learned how to resist the growing evil within her.
She fought hard.
She's nineteen now.
Only two years until she becomes the ultimate evil.
So listen to me.
In only one future do you auctually physically do something to help end the world.
So live your life.
Please.
For me.
Don't worry about your 'destiny'.
It's my job.
I'm still fighting, Mother.
