My Daughter. My Eva.

*Bonus chapter*

I returned back home with samples of the Megamycite, determined to get started with the grueling task of making my beloved daughter manifest. I had let the lab sink into disuse and disrepair, worthless. I'd have to use the equipment at work. As I left I noticed the gifts my brother sent me the day Eva died. I had forgotten to sell them, maybe they could serve a greater purpose... I slipped them onto my hands and flexed my fingers. Hmm, good movement, nice feel... Not bad. I arrived at 'work' shortly after. Colleagues delighted in the fact I was back, I ignored them. Then I ran into the boss. "Where have you been! I didn't give you time off! That's your pay docked for a week, now get to work!" He yelled, face turning a disgusting shade of purple. I took in a deep breath and replied coldly. "No." "No? NO!? HOW DARE YO-" "Shut up. Just, shut up. I need to use one of the labs for my own private experiments, you will let me do that. Ok?" He was speechless, spluttering away like a little baby. "Miranda you can't do tha-" Sarah began before I cut her off too, "I can do as I please. I am the messenger of the dark god after all." I have no idea what compelled me to say that, but it sounded powerful so I went with it. "Listen, grief can do terrible things to the mind. You aren't the messenger of anything. Your Miranda Baker. Your a biologist. Your my friend." She replied calmly. "I am not insane, far from it. I am enlightened." "I'm not saying your insane Miri, no-one's saying that." "Then why are you speaking to me as if I was a child?" I stated, balling my hands up into fists in frustration. "Calm down. Your not a child." Steve butted in, which just annoyed me more. "Oh shut up you!" I commanded. My shoulder blades were lengthening, growing into beautiful black wings that spread out behind me. I burst out into - what could be described as - cruel laughter, watching those poor mortals recoil in fear at my might. I grabbed Steve by the throat and killed him in an instant, setting an example for the others. "Now, leave me in peace." And they did, scuttling away like rats down a sewer pipe. And yet one person stayed behind, a young man with brown hair and hazel eyes who I hadn't remarked upon before. He stared at me in awe before dropping to his knees and worshipping me as if I were his god. "I give glory to Mother Miranda!" He muttered, just audible enough for me to hear. "What did you say?" I taunted, wanting to hear those sweet words leave his lips again. "I GIVE GLORY TO MOTHER MIRANDA!" He repeated as loud as possible. "Good... Now go, spread the word." I was really beginning to enjoy this new life. I could even take over the whole village if I wanted to. Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't, that was something to be decided later. For now I would settle for being left in peace.