It started as a small lump. A pimple that was directly over my heart.

It then slowly grew into a small mound. Though it was still tiny, it carried a red tinge of blood.

I was distracted, however. The various forces of the universe itself were constantly in motion. A cesspool of struggling powers trying to prove that they were the best in whatever spiel they believed in.

Some murdered for justice. Other revenge. Some killed for peace. Others because they felt bored.

Yet more slaughtered to prove that they were the biggest and the most powerful of them all.

Some were even able to earn my respect when I went through those embarrassing days of puberty. Toppling empires, and crushing god-kings like one would crush a can of pop.

I was already a man when the pimple grew. It never stopped growing, becoming, then staying, a smooth round shape. It only got bigger with time.

When it was the size of a marble, it began to feed off my spirit, and that’s when I drew the line.

I gathered my energies into a scalpel, and I was going to dig it out when it hit me. The moment the tip of that dense energy touched the tumor, my vision swam and I saw her.

The angel that would grace my life, and give me meaning once more…

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"PAPA!" the sweet voice of a little girl screamed out. I felt small arms latch around my waist and I blinked.

Her skin was white as snow, and her eyes glittered like rubies. The stars shined from her eyes, and her smile warmed my heart.

"Hello sweetie, you ready to go?" I asked as I ruffled her white hair. Albinos were rare, and Nephilim ones were even more so.

"Yeah! This is the best date ever!" Alice yelled out as she danced backward and finished with a pirouette, allowing her blue dress to flare out and up.

I laughed as she stopped and tugged on the blue bow in her hair. Disneyland seemed like it was catnip to my little girl. She quickly pranced forward, trying to see everything under the noon sun.

Other people stared as we moved along. It didn’t matter how many worlds we visited. Humanity was generally the same, and albinos were always rare.

I could only thank the various gods that she was a Nephilim and thus she didn’t have to worry about such trivial things like sunburns. Her powerful energies would keep her in tip-top shape… except when it didn’t.

I grimaced at the thought.

She was powerful. More powerful than I had been at her age. She would probably settle at nearly a tenth stronger then am now. Which was good as she should remain safe.

It was also very bad as she had most likely gotten her albinism from the blessings of the fates themselves.

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Skuld. Verdandi. Urd.

They had seen something in her and gave her the vision of things to be. Which was nice as her powers allowed her a startling accuracy.

Which meant it was bad as there was a lot of powers that would love to have hints that accurate.

Yet the visions took away from her. The worst was a few years ago when the Church of Solomon took notice of her power. They declared her a heretic and swept into motion.

Alice foresaw the carnage and predicted the outcome. The cost was a coma as blood seeped from every major orifice on her body.

The trap was reversed, and my rage was enough to slaughter every hunter that came that night.

The sounds of snaps, and giggled brought me back. To those that lived long enough, memories were a trap in and of themselves.

My angel was posing with a replica of Belle in a flowing yellow dress. A well-dressed valet was taking photos with Alice's phone. A dozen snaps went off as the pair of princess did various poses.

My eyes snapped over to Alice as she wobbled and the Belle actress caught her. Alice's nose was also bleeding.

I quickly strode over, a sunhat in hand, and a handkerchief in the other.

"Don’t worry, she just had a little too much sun," I said as I put on the sunhat and gently wiped at the blood. The enchanted cloth quickly absorbed the blood, leaving only clean skin behind.

I smiled at the valet, and the actress's further offerings of help, but I waved them off. A little shade, and some water, and she would be as good as new.

I kissed Alice's head as I carried her off.

She in return wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered to me.

"We need to go to Balkans… now…" her soft command echoed in my ears.

I grimaced as it must be important if she was bleeding. Most of her visions simply made her dizzy.

As we passed through the shade, my two wings appeared.

Lilith, and Illith.

Like their true forms, the human-looking girls were svelte, dangerous, and alarmingly hostile to anyone else.

"Get the car, and one of you find the quickest ticket to any of the Balkan countries," I ordered.

In two steps I was alone again.

Alice nuzzled into my neck, her drool slowly trailing down my neck and into the collar of my shirt.

The new plan was simple.

I would take a plane over to the mystery country as mundane travel left fewer traces then teleportation. Then I would kill whatever leader was in charge, and take over.

In short.

A tour. Overthrow the government. Throw all the locals into the path of whatever nonsense triggered Alice's newest vision.

I frowned as impatience clawed at me.

I would find out who dared bare their fangs at me, and I would rip out their souls.