“Please, speak to me in my native tongue!” Nikita cried to the stars but they only ceased to flicker. She howled to the stars in a fury and lashed out at them. The stars flew around her with speeds unfathomable and caused her to sway left and right, dizzy. Falling over once again, she whimpered as several conscious thoughts pounded against her mind. The voices of thousands striking at her in a constant barrage.

“We are the voices of the infinite.” Spoke one of the many voices that struck at her.

“We create and destroy” Another shouted into her mind and made her howl in agony.

“You are not dead young Chimera, for your existence is too important for such a fate.” A soft female voice soothed the pain in her mind as the many voices quelled.

“What purpose do you speak of that requires my living in this horrible agony without my cub?” Nikita asked the stars, seeing them circle around her. She continued to look at them all, able to sense the powerful forces within.

“Such a loss was necessary.” They said in a simple, uncaring tone as they continued to float. “For the existence of two James’ is a paradox that needed solving.”

“What? What do you speak of in your escapist tongue?” She roared; her eyes filled with rage as she swung at another star and missed. “There is not two of my cub! You speak of lies and in riddles!”

“Believe what you want.” The stars faded out of existence, leaving Nikita to her own quiet fury.

“There cannot be two of my cub… Can there?” She stared back up into the sky and looked at the flickering stars, sighing as her head tried to encompass the knowledge that was pouring into her. The world she existed in was not hers anymore, she knew that. But if not death, what was this abyss she stood in? Her eyes widened then and she whispered in a hushed tone “Mägarth… It does exist.”

“Yes my dear, it does exist.” The stars flickered, conveying their message to Nikita. “You are within the realm of the blade; you will be an instrument of destruction. Forever more, you’re embodiment is known as Nikita’s Fang.”

She howled out once more, brought to a fate worse than death. She became a weapon of destruction, and to take the lives of others was worse than losing your own. Nikita was now a Conveyer of Destruction.