PHEW! Finally writing a new chapter! A big BIG thanks to Hyperpscyhomanic for motivating me to continue. Another big thanks to EVERYBODY who reviewed me, you guys make me feel so special. Sorry if there are a few grammar mistakes in this cause I just got a new computer and it's Microsoft word dos this weird thing with commas. This chapter might be a little short as I'm just getting back into the gist of writing.

Er…well it so happens that my computer is currently being hijacked by one of my characters and unless I want to have my brains blown out I gotta let them type for a while…where did she get that revolver anyway?! I never gave her one of those…

I am the Bride. That means many things. It means destruction. Destruction of the Lightning Knights, all of them, their city and their grossly inaccurate ethics. Destruction of many of the mortals, not all of them, that would be too swift, too kind, some must survive the merging, to see their world torn apart by the sweet annihilation I shall cause. Destruction of any beings that are seen unworthy of the new horrifically dark and beautiful realm Kilobyte and I shall create.

I may be a bride, but I am also a tamer, I tame darkness, nightmares, fears and all the horrors in the worlds both real and fictional. It obeys me for it knows that I will nurture it and help it to grow, expand into a great all devouring entity. Nothing is more beautiful than seeing a person's sanity being torn apart by fear, this I look forward to observing on many occasions in the future, each time it will become sweeter and more intense, this sight never gets old or becomes worn out, it is always fresh.

So unsuspecting is my appearance that itwouldsuggest that I am uncapable of such things, this slightly angers me, for I like to make a good first impression, but this is what my Master, Kilobyte insists, and he is the one entity that I do not tame, as he is my tamer, and my loyalty is his and his alone. For me, no bond is stronger than the Tamer and their creature, whether this bond is between Kilobyte and I, or I and fear itself.

We are a family, and our bonds are strong, the minions are our slaves and warriors, the Lightning Knights our enemies and the mortals our victims.

Soon I shall experience true existence in the moral realm for the first time, and then my family will be put into action.

If Kilobyte was his greatest creation, she had to be one of his finest works of art. Her skin tone was that of an American Indian, with a slight hint of gold that seemed to glisten in whatever light. Her body was finely carved into the slender shape of an athletic human woman and dressed in the clothing that a lion tamer would wear, yet the deep red velvety material and top hat tipped playfully to the side gave her the look of a showgirl.

Her face was one of flawless feminine beauty, yet with a slight hint of feline in her features. Sequins sparkled underneath her yellow, cat like eyes, and in a Maori-like pattern on her chin beneath plum, blood red lips. Her hair, tied back in an asymmetrical bun, was an array of hot colors, mostly dark browns and reds with a smattering of blond.

On her back were too golden wings like those of an eagle, and below those was a lion's tail that at would often flicker back and forth in a mischievous manner. Her hands had talons or claws in place of nails, and her right hand clutched what started off as a black leather whip, but somewhere along the way black, dead leather morphed into the black shining scales of a very much alive cobra with acid green eyes.

At the moment the Bride was motionless, sleeping you could say, standing rigid in a tent of the carnival with Rick, her eyes open, a humored smirk on her face, yet responding to no stimuli.

Rick was meant to activate her when Kilobyte arrived, yet he couldn't help but wonder whether he should delete her now and be done with his life as a slave. As soon as Kilobyte found out his life would be over and done with all together, but at least he wouldn't have to live with the guilt of being responsible for what Kilobyte was planning. This was way over board from what Rick had been intending, this was way beyond genocide or Armageddon, this was literally making life a living hell.

If Rick was going to do anything about the Bride, it was too late, Kilobyte entered the tent. He had seen the Bride in living form before, but at those times she had been out of focus, and parts of her had been missing, she had also been incapable of communication.

But now that she had been perfected he simply started at her in awe. Not only at her beauty, but also at what she represented, the fulfillment of his lust for power. He walked around the motionless figure as Rick gave him some distance, examining every inch of her. After a long while he stood back, still not taking his eyes off his new partner in crime, and simply nodded to Rick.

Hands trembling, Rick tapped the commands on the keyboard that would bring the Bride to life. He had to really focus to hit the enter key. As soon as that key was hit the feeling in the room immediately changed to an oppressing feeling control and power.

The Bride showed her first signs of life as the fingers around her cobra whip twitched and she blinked her feline eyes. She took at moment to take a deep breath of air before stretching out her limbs in a causal manner. Once she had finished taking in her surroundings, she looked Kilobyte in the eye and a submissive, yet almost playful look came across her face. Ignoring Rick, she strolled right up to Kilobyte and in a smooth, seductive tone she greeted him, 'Hello Master, when does our work begin?'