There were some who believed that human beings in general were good.

Those people hadn't met Seth Twiright. One of the top scientists in Divine Levianta, he was cruel, ruthless, and ambitious. Quite a dangerous combination, especially if the man was also a genius.

And now, his greatest competition had just fallen.

"So what will you do now, Adam?" he asked the blue-haired man in a mocking tone. "The Twin Gods born dead. . . your Eve was a failure."

Adam Moonlit looked up at him, and behind his cruel poker face, Seth was taken aback at just how empty he seemed, his eyes lacking the hate and vengeance that had always burned when the son of Maria Moonlit had looked at him.

"I will leave," he croaked out. "I will marry Eve."

"Will you now?" he asked pleasantly. "What a shame. What a waste of your talents and brains. What would Project MA ever do without one of our leading scientists in the research?" his voice was carefully free of sarcasm, yet there was no mistaking the verbal irony embedded in every word.

Adam glared with a hint of the old fire within his eyes. "Do what you want, Seth. You've won. I've lost the game we've been playing once too much."

Seth stayed cool, saying nothing as he shuffled out. Only when Adam was completely out of his office with the heavy oak door did Seth roll his eyes. "Pathetic."

That excuse of a human being had been his greatest competition. It wasn't much of a victory.

Still, that meant that he had a clear path to power ahead of him. Seth reached out and picked up the phone. "Has the prisoner been sent to the cell?"

"Yes, sir. Shall we execute her immediately?"

Seth glanced at the file on his desk. A pretty woman, yes, but she was legendary in the Undercity, called the 'witch' for her evil deeds and terrible choice in murderous lovers. Captured recently thanks to Eve Zvezda – soon to be Moonlit – having a hysterical fit outside their laboratories, she was awaiting her execution. Her murderous lover – he'd been told that he resembled the infamous Pale Noel in some angles – hadn't done anything to rescue her from her current fate.

Wouldn't it be divine irony, he thought, if someone who looked so much like her beloved murderer came and offered her a second chance at life? Someone who dressed in pure white, deceptive white, much like an angel was thought to. And then, in his hands, she would become his dancing puppet, his stepping stone to the last bit of power that eluded his seeking hands. "No, keep her there. I shall visit soon."

"Sir!"

Hanging up the phone, Seth caught the sight of bright blue and teal drifting away further and further from the laboratory, into the Eldoh's Forest.

You were always the weaker one, Adam, Seth laid a hand on the glass. Falling in love. . . .

Is a deadly mistake for those who even wish to challenge me.