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Supreme Hatred, the Autonomous Destruction Ego, Leader of the Iremian Squadron of the Viperius Victorian Vanguard, in service to the Viperius Victorian Empire, had a problem.

Supreme Hatred, of course, had not always been Supreme Hatred, the Autonomous Destruction Ego, Leader of the Iremian Squadron of the Viperius Victorian Vanguard, in service to the Viperius Victorian Empire. Indeed, she was once the second princess of war-torn, insignificant Irem, roped into the Defense, Reclamation, and Elimination Alliance for Motherearth Treaty (DREAMT) along with countless other fellow lesser powers, and when Viperius Victoria II had come into power, he personally went to each territory recognized by the Treaty, and offered them a choice: Either fall in line and serve him, or face certain annihilation. Instead of leaving this decision to her parents, Supreme Hatred- or rather, the foolish girl who was once their daughter- spoke up, and volunteered to represent Irem in the coming campaign. She hated it. She absolutely despised it. Lord Victoria so loved to saddle her with all manners of tasks both trivial and far too extravagant for a young girl her age, under the pretense of a "favor" for a "friend". Even still, she had to try, she had to give it everything she had, because if she did not, who was to say what Lord Victoria would do to Irem, to her family, to her people? If Lord Victoria had ordered her to lead the charge on the outer territories in order to exterminate all possible threats to his regime, it wasn't a matter of if she would go, but when.

And so, she would be one of three acting leaders of the Viperius Victorian Vanguard, the advance platoon sent to search and destroy the Starseen, a certain alien race that had fled Lord Victoria's grasp before, as well as prepare planets for future subjugation. Yet, at every step of the way, she had been thwarted. Not only had those meddlesome aliens found a new set of willing hosts to contain their powers, but those hosts (children! These hosts were children, only a few years younger than her, maybe about the same as her younger sisters) had kept destroying the Tearformers she made to siphon the planet's energy. She had reassured herself, back then, by enacting a plan to expose and uncover these hosts by integrating with local society, as to better disguise herself and determine who or where these hosts could be. These children called themselves the Radianthus- incarnations of the ancient legendary warriors bearing the same name. Everyone knew the story. Even if they had been successful as of late, how could they have the arrogance to claim such a name for themselves?! Especially that beloathed Cosmic Brilliance, a girl older than the rest of the Radianthus... Every time Supreme Hatred clashed with that girl, it was always the latter calling out to the former, taking HER on directly while the other girls- the Natural Elements, so she heard them call themselves once- would go on to dismantle the Tearformer SHE made that day. The nerve of that Cosmic Brilliance! She kept calling out to Supreme Hatred, as if the latter cared at all. Oh, certainly, sometimes Cosmic Brilliance's words would hit a nerve- or at least, Supreme Hatred would make it appear so, and then the former would try and get closer to the latter, actually reach out to her- but Supreme Hatred would ever reject it, save face in front of her coworkers and her adversaries by proclaiming the cause of Lord Victoria, double down on her mission. She did believe it! She just had to keep saying it, and it'd be real.

Supreme Hatred leans against an alley wall under the cover of night, turning a filled syringe in her hand, its glass walls betraying a glimpse of the swirling black liquid inside- viperene, taken from the home world of the Viperius Victorian Empire, refined into a liquid. While lethal to most organisms, even in its crudest form as a gas, condensed viperene could be used to animate objects, creating Tearformers, servants capable of consuming a planet's energy to carry out tasks, belching out viperene gas as a waste product in the process. Whether she believed in Lord Victoria's plan or not, she has to buy more time. The Tearformers weren't cutting it right now. At this rate, they wouldn't be able to move onto the next phase, and would need to resort to destroying this planet, and Lord Victoria wouldn't like that- he was a resourceful man, or so he claimed, and quite liked having planets subjugated, so they would keep being of use. By consuming a planet's energy and producing viperene through the Tearformers, the atmosphere would be, by and large, hospitable to only those of the Viperius Victorian Empire, causing any outsiders to depend on the empire's technology to continue living on their own planet. It was despicable. She hated it. She has experience with creating many Tearformers, even ones whose sole purpose was to convert air into viperene. She had even used it a few times on organic matter, like that tree at a local high school. What if she used it to animate more... sentient matter? What if she used it on herself.

Undoubtedly, due to the lethal nature of viperene to organisms, it would likely compromise the well-being of the subject, if not kill them entirely. Of course, by using a person, a Tearformer could draw upon even more energy. Using a civilian as the base for a Tearformer would be inefficient- it was likely that they would degrade too fast to effectively make use of such enhanced material. Those already accustomed to viperene would likely take to it the best, and so could effectively draw upon the planet's energy. While this included the Radianthus as viable targets, she doubts that any of them would be willing to work with their enemy, especially considering the situation meaning that they would pounce at taking her out. It's such conditions that would push her coworkers to take it upon themselves, but... No, it should be herself. Her, Supreme Hatred, the Autonomous Destruction Ego, Leader of the Iremian Squadron of the Viperius Victorian Vanguard, in service to the Viperius Victorian Empire. Such a feat should be taken on by her, that she might impress upon Lord Victoria her resolve, her willingness to do anything by any means. Perhaps then her homeworld could be--

Before she might even finish the thought, a cry punctures the cold air, and the sobbing of a child, perhaps no younger than 16, trails after it into the night. She looks down at the surging, spiking pain going through her upper right arm, and her left hand is clasped over the wound, clenched into a fist while a thumb drives the plunger down, pushing the black-hearted liquid deeper into her muscle. It was her hand jabbing that syringe into her arm to make herself a monster. With this, she might prove that Cosmic Brilliance wrong, that she is a monster inside, and there would never be any going back for someone like her, who justifies her every move as for the sake of her own country. Separated as she has been from her home for so long, how could she say that anything she did had any meaning for her people? She's shaking. She knows she's shaking, but she knows she shouldn't be doing that. Her vision is blurring- there is water in her eyes, and that's no good, either. She just has to take it, and moving around won't stop the fact that she has to do this, she MUST do this. She wishes that there was someone here to reassure her, to comfort her, but she knows that she is alone, that it was her choice to be alone, and it will be her fate to be alone. Eventually, the crying ends in hoarse choking, the tears dry up, and the syringe has done its work. She pulls the needle out of her skin, slumping against the cold concrete floor while black blood peeks out from the injection site, seeping back into her skin and closing the wound. Even with an intramuscular injection, a body would still need time to properly absorb the viperene. Just enough time to spend her last hours on this planet, before it all wastes away to ash.

"Haaaazeyyyyyyy! O-hey-ooo!" It's just about noon at the station. A very bubbly high school girl runs over to Supreme Hatred, whose gloomy despair soddens her usual cool inexpressiveness into complete inattention, her once-unmoving observation becoming aimless gazing into the horizon. The girl raises her hand to Supreme Hatred's face, eliciting a step back from her even before it could come near her face. Their eyes meet, and the girl tilts her head, then smiles. Here on this planet, she is Haze- Sharpe Haze. She is a girl who went to school elsewhere. She moved to this town recently. She likes fashion, flowers, and... food (ugh, how lowly of her). She kept running into that girl, Aikawa Mitsuki. Miss Aikawa has been, of course, a very pleasant partner to converse with, always energetic, always willing to help others. Even she has her own issues, though- reaching out to a girl who kept isolating herself, who she argued with often. It's not really Haze's place to enquire or press on the matter, but she does find it unfortunate to keep reaching out to someone, only for them to reject you. It wasn't too unlike how Lord Victoria treated her. Today, the two of them meant to spend some time at the park. A summer festival was being held there. Mitsuki had told her before about its significance- celebrating the brief, fleeting time where two lovers could meet again, only to be so painfully parted once more until the next such moment. Yes, here, she, too, would painfully part with someone close to her. Then, at least, Mitsuki would live the rest of her life never knowing that she, Supreme Hatred, was a horrible, terrible person who deserved nothing, was worthy of nothing, will amount to nothing. Nothing but the ashen, pulsating, corroding-black mass weighing on the inside of her body, already trying to drag her down into the viperene oblivion.

"A good morning to you, too." Haze recovers her composure, and bows politely. "My apologies. I had been... A little restless last night. It was rude of me to not notice you." "Oh?" Mitsuki's voice takes on a worried note, pursing her lips, looking up at her with those damned, accursed eyes that made Supreme Hatred's heart twinge- just a little. "Is there... anything on your mind? Something the matter?" "Oh- no." Haze blinks, then shakes her head. She lets go of a breath she hadn't been aware of holding. "No, not at all. Er, shall we go, Mitsuki? I am sure that your friends are waiting, too." "If you say so. Let's go." Mitsuki deflates, and Haze curses herself internally for even daring to make her worry about a wretched thing like herself. It's a bad look for herself, inflicting such a pain onto her. Mitsuki offers her hand to Haze, and she accepts, letting her lead her along.

No, Sharpe Haze did not have a problem.

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