Queen of Chaos, Mistress of Madness, from day 1 Five had embraced her role. She was a genius, a goddess stuck among these insipid mortals. She told herself this, the adults were merely jealous of her greatness, that's why they hurt her so, injecting strange things into her body. They were jealous of her, that was the only reason right? It was all that made sense. She could admit she was just a little girl, for who mortal or holy would torture her so otherwise?

But in her magnificence, Five was bored. All these children were supposedly intelligent as well, but none matched her skills. And it was so boring! When it was boring, Five got to thinking about terrible things, not the fun puzzles and games she consumed like mad.

But actually there was one who matched her. Nine, the only one who kept her on her toes and made the blood rush through her veins like no one else. She was always playing games with him, trying to usurp his position of being able to even look this goddess in the eye.

But then he ran. He cheated, throwing the rules of the game out the window. It wasn't fair. Who could entertain her like him? Who would play her sick games so she could stay in her delusional fantasy?

Later even stranger adults took her away. To a land where people seemed to speak gibberish and she had to force her tongue into strange positions that came out clunky and awkward. Over the years, she got better, but Five knew the Queen of Chaos, the Mistress of Madness was alone on her throne.

Then the day came. Nine was back, oh how exciting things became again! Together they dueled again, using the weak girl and his inseparable brother as pawns in the game. And though each day, breathing and breathing became harder to do, she fought as hard as she could.

But then the time came, and Five became aware for the first time she wasn't the immortal goddess she pretended to be. She was a dying human, that was gonna get beat by Nine for the last time.

So she did what she had to do. A queen wouldn't wait to simply waste away. She tracked down Nine and gracefully accepted defeat. It didn't matter now how she played her cards, she'd die before they'd be of any use.

She looked down at her greatest adversary. The best rival a goddess could hope for. One an impulse she leaned down and kissed his cheek. It said so many things: you win, I've been beat, thanks for the memories.

And with that Five surrounded herself in flames. In the end she was more akin to a witch, so her punishment was appropriate.

Five the Queen of Chaos, the Mistress of Madness, smiled as she burned.

A.N. That's the last one I wasn't prepared for, the rest of the week's prompts should come out much quicker