A/N: Hey, everyone. I hope you are all doing well and staying safe.

I'm sorry I haven't been able to update for a while as I've been preoccupied with work and trying to get my freelance back up and running. Writing has become last on my agenda and is mostly taking place during late evening hours. I actually found myself past out on my bed with my laptop open still in the wee hours of the morning, like two o'clock or three.

Originally, I was going to post their entire chapter but realized I had 10k plus words. So, I took this little tidbit as an introductory of what is to come, even though it's about nine hundred or more.

I'm currently polishing up the next chapter, so hopefully, I will have it up by Monday.

Anyway, enjoy the read, and reviews are always appreciated. Constructive criticism is welcomed, as well.

Also, I researched as much as I could on this, so if there is anything that needs fixing, please let me know.

Be kind to one another and be safe.

The air is always stagnant up here despite not having any nostrils. It's quite unfair really, a defeat too embarrassing to admit. A young man with an incredible artistic ability, drew a picture of the Crimson King only to be erased and wiped out of existence. All except for his eyes. Subjugated from his goals in destroying the beams and obtaining Discordia, the Crimson King remains in the Dark Tower, stuck on a balcony and overlooking the lands. He remained there for many years, eons really. It is his prison, his eternal hell. He had nothing to catch his interest, only the grounds of End-World.

When one day, a bright light caught his attention, which originated from the sky. Though Crimson King had no physical body, he sensed something powerful. A child with a brilliant beacon life and immense power is soon to be born in another universe. He feels this energy can either undo what was done onto him or eradicate his existence entirely. However, the Crimson King saw it as a chance to regain what was lost. With the little ounce of power, he could feel from this great of a distance, a small amount of his light journeyed across the universe to earth.

It took him a while to reach his destination, that's for sure. Upon his arrival and on cue, the Crimson King witnessed a female babe being born with hair made of fire. The newborn made not a peep when she was pulled out from the womb. She just peered about the room, familiarizing her environment with wonder. The parents, who have different religious backgrounds and practiced witchcraft, agreed to name the child Vivian Ruth Greyson. Vivian derived from Latin "vivus," meaning, "alive." Ruth, derived from Hebrew, and used amongst the English, Germans, Swedish, and several others, meaning "friend." A powerful combination, in his opinion, which suited the little human well.

He would have to admit the baby is relatively cute as she already has a beauty about her. Vivian has a natural, earthy, and vibrant glow in which attracted the Crimson King here, to begin with. It seemed to him he was gazing upon a glamour, an otherworldly being that manifested in the human world. What stood out the most is her eyes. They are dazzling, which outshined the deadlights. The girl will attract all kinds of life with those beautiful orbs of golden-amber. There are even flecks of peridot green and tawny brown.

He can see Vivian as Ka-tet, or even a Ka-mate, for anyone who deems her worthy of affection and shares the same interests or goals. She has a purpose after all. At least, that is what her father, Rutherford, believes.

The newborn has an incredible power he could rape her from to obtain his new body, and bring upon Discordia. Except, it's much too early to rid the girl of her life essence. Besides, the young child's abilities will not be realized or harnessed until she becomes of a certain age and at its peak. Vivian will inherit powers from both sides of her parents, and a gift courtesy of her father. She will have the same talent as the young man, Patrick, who of which caused his defeat. The girl will be able to see the future, predict near present events, and may change the course of one's fate, if she so desires. Vivian will have the ability to ward off evil, and yet even conjure it from the depths of hell. The girl will be an exceptionally formidable gypsy witch, who is neither dark nor light nor in between. She may even be a possible breaker.

Until she learns of what her powers are and accepts the darkness that will overtake the girl's mind many years later, the Crimson King will make his presence apparent.

Before he could, the Crimson King worked hard and was vigilant in creating a falsehood for the newborn. He watched as the fame-hungry woman, Jordan murder Vivian's father, and took the child for her own. She was already a horrible person and would stop at nothing to crush her daughter's dreams. He, himself, desired the same purpose. The uncle was worse, though. The King wouldn't waste his energy in possessing that monstrosity of a human. Jonathan's sexual advances and abuse caused the child to fear her supposed father. Jordan's neglectful behavior and terrorizing made Ruth despise her mother.

Throughout the years, the Crimson King watched the young girl live a fabricated life of abuse, neglect, and heartache. It's what he wanted for the girl. Bring Vivian down to build a broken character and develop cynicism in others, isolating her from comfort. The days little Vivian tried to leave town, he refrained her from escaping. When she tried to commit suicide, the Crimson King was always there to intervene. He couldn't afford to lose the girl's beacon of life. He will need her once she reaches maturity and can wield her hidden potential.

Once he has the girl's power, the Crimson King will stop at nothing to resume his objectives. He will bring upon Discordia and destroy the beams. No one will stand in his way in fulfilling his goals.

And so, the Crimson King decided to conceal his power. He laid dormant deep within her soul, hidden by a single trademark until the moment was right. He'll take possession of the girl, it will surely bring her down and cause her to go raving mad.

So, he waited…

… and waited for his opportune moment.