Mephistopheles found a small rubber ducky under the couch, which He held up by gently squeezing the thing between His two wrist-bones. It squeaked indulgently, and He smiled insanely, crazed with loneliness. "Why, hello. Who left you here? No matter, no matter. I think I shall call you Mr Quackers. Because the first thing you did was quack at me. Do you like that name?" Another squeak as He fumbled the rubber duck, and it fell to the floor. He looked darkly at it. "Now LISTEN HERE. You have no business arguing with me. If I say your name is Mr. Quackers, THAT is what it will be. Got it?" He spoke deeply and darkly, stomping on the duck. It let out a long and pitiful squeaking wail.
"That's right. I name things around here. Not some chump who doesn't even give her a proper name, but goes 'Buttercup, because it also starts with a B!' I mean, really, do you want that told to you when you're just born?" *squeak* "I thought not. Now let's go get some more strawberries."
He looked sadly back at the screen, knowing the girls would never know Mephistopheles properly, because He was not there, was not part of their creation. He only created the circumstances possible, and that was not enough. He never even got to name them what He wanted them to be named. Not that the Professor would have liked that, but still- Bubbles? Was that even a real name outside of a strip joint? Rage boiled deep inside Him, and hot bitter tears trailed their way down His cheeks, streaming mascara and ruining whatever make-up was on His face.
*Squeak?* "It's nothing, Mr. Quackers. Nothing at all."
Professor Utonium was more than surprised when the result of his experiment, this human transmutation, turned out to be three little children, mere five-year-olds. Not that his accomplishment wasn't entirely thrilling and satisfying, but it was just slightly unexpected. He would have to take care of them, think of names for them, would have to put them through school...It was a bit more responsibility than he actually wanted, but he was prepared for that, entirely welcoming the idea.
What really shocked him was that they had superpowers.
They were the exact demonstration of power that he had been looking for, the answer to his question of whether or not there was a God, and this answer was that he was God. No, BETTER than God, he had created something better than humanity, an improvement upon it, and this creation was his. His alone.
Therefore, they would love him and he would love them, naming them Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup, and they would prove to the world that Utonium was truly miraculous, and that his daughters...no, his CREATIONS...they were truly greater than humanity, they were more entirely angels than anything, and he would protect their existence from all that opposed this, all that threatened this perfection.
Especially any demon that happened to cross their paths.