"The pain of others is the pain of yourself."

Ever since she was a little girl, she hated seeing her friends and parents in pain. It wasn't that she could feel it- she just hated the looks of discomfort. She hated the feeling of being useless. It came to be worse when her parents perished. One by sickness, one by his own hand. She was left alone- the death of two parents driving others away.

Soured was her view of the world. Cowardly she had become. To hide away from the world was her goal. Yet, at the same time, she learned to handle her pain. She learned to manipulate it. The shadows that erupted around her helped her hide from the agony that the world was covered in.

"What will you do... when the pain becomes too much?"

The idea that she would have to grow and see many die around her- from war, from simple misfortune- made her cry. It made her agonize over whether or not she should continue being in this world. However, she suddenly came up with an idea.

"What if I made a world... where others could be happy with me?"

A perfectly innocent thought. A thought that, nonetheless, put her ideas into motion. She would need, first, to find out how to make so her own pain vanished. How to believe her own lies was a hard one indeed.

The first seeds of a plan were sewn. She would make her own little world, for those who wanted to escape from pain.

No matter what.

"I expected better from you."

Perhaps it was only normal for her to lose another person because of her antics. She was, after all, a mere street rat. Despite this, it hurt. She wasn't a good person, that was for sure. Selfish, and ever-so greedy, she reached and reached, but the sun was too far away. Like Icarus, she fell instead of rose. Deeper into the shadows, she hid away.

She needed time to herself, to put together the pieces that she dropped once again.

After all, what was a creator without her people? What was a savior without people to save. She needed to change, she needed to be someone else.

She needed to kill the old her, to make way for progress.

"I'll be better... and I'm sorry."

"It's not good to lie, right?"

Her consciousness re-awakened, not because of the hate to the new her, not because of the threats to her person- but because... Because she saw someone, someone whose face matched her own. She saw someone whose pain would be her own if she continued.

She saw someone, whose pain made her realize she didn't want to leave this world behind and die like she thought she should.

Once again, she was awake and screaming, but for a different reason. She reached forward, towards the sky- and tried to surpass her own horrible feelings. She needed to stop being so selfish, she needed to live truthfully.

After all, to be a Savior, you needed to be able to see the truth in order to make the perfect lie, right?

"... I'm going to make a world where you don't have to make others happy"

She had to do it... not for her sake anymore, but for those that couldn't save themselves.