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The light did not banish the dark. Still small and distant, the globe of light cast no shadows and the dark filled the immeasurable depths. She was borne towards the light by the hate of the unconscious souls that surrounded her. While the malevolence of her companions was unthinking she found herself developing an awareness and form. As well as eyes to see, she felt corporeal. She was whole, a personality, a being. As yet she did not know who or what she was and anger and malice remained her whole existence but she could feel pleasure in the thought of bringing destruction down on those who opposed her, whoever or whatever they may be. She was able to reflect too that there was something other than pure hate that was drawing her towards the light.

The glowing ball was growing and now she could see its incandescence was not homogenous. It was a hollow sphere and the light emerged from specks that covered its surface. The object of her hate was within the sphere. Time began to have meaning. The migration of the betrayed souls was becoming a stampede. Soon a torrent of hate would descend on the occupants of the sphere of lights. She realised that her uniqueness gave her a power to direct the vengeance. She would be the guiding force of malice.