The Black Lady
Mistress Christine sat on her throne, eyes closed, deep in thought as she waited for her next visitor. What a life mine has become. So many people hated and despised her that they wished she were dead. But they simply did not understand. All of her cruelty and harsh rule served a purpose, and the realities would learn of her goodness one day. All she wanted was to make life better.
What a poor existence the wretches of Earthen Reality eke out from day to day. It was a marvel that they continued on despite the drab bleakness of their lives—no power, no joy, no color. Christine would change all of that. The new and improved version of the System makes every second a wonderful moment, and it must be shared. It must be spread. The Trons had always talked about finding an arcadia reality someday, a paradise on Earth; Christine could make it happen.