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"There are times when a well placed pawn is more powerful than any king."
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December, 1939 Bavaria, Germany
"WHAT does it mean?" The mortal, Stefan Dietrich, questioned confidently. "Your name and those titles?"
Ophelia did not respond for some time.
The doctor's curiosity had become her strength– what controlled him was not fear but information, and Ophelia would hold fast to such power. He was selfish and cared only for himself; she had seen it in the ways he treated his colleagues. Those who worked with him were nuisances.
She was certain.
Dr. Dietrich had kindly led her towards the correct exit, though she didn't need to be led at all. Her life had always been steered by the hands of her father, who she rarely saw or heard. But she could feel the fire in her neck when her actions were displeasing or her words too loose—or if she looked the wrong way to turn. Her father guided her with pain, and pain was easy to listen to.
Soldiers came and went.
She disposed of them with ease, placing distinct care in her actions and the amount of mortals she killed. There was only so much time she could control before she became too exhausted to do so. Once they exited the base, Ophelia started towards the direction her father guided her to.
And Dr. Dietrich followed, not with obedience, but with arrogance.
Ophelia did not share such feelings. She was not arrogant or conceited; she moved not for herself but for the titan that called himself her father. Her will had never been exacted ever since she was a child.
She knew not to think of her life as her own.
"It means," she started, her eyes darting across the forestry circling them, "that I am not fully mortal. Are you familiar with Greek mythology, Doctor?"
His footsteps stuttered for a moment before he returned to his normal pace. He walked beside her as she led them closer towards civilization. There was a road winding downwards, where a quaint house sat. It was an odd placement for a home, and odd was usually what her father led her to.
Dr. Dietrich furrowed his brows.
"I suppose." He adjusted his lab coat. "You mean to talk about the Gods? Zeus, Hades. . ."
