Sitting alone in his office was the East end school district president John Black. He was an older man in his fifties, hair salt and pepper with deep laugh lines across his face. He loved his money more than the kids he was supposed work to keep safe. Greedy he was, he signed and decided things without much thought. Yet, he was praised. He was the best thing that had happened to East End. He funded tons of projects, repaired the schools and their playgrounds. Still, like most of the higher-ups in RhyDin, he was dealing things under the table to gain success and and the financies to support his projects.

He sat behind his large cherry wood desk, shuffling with some papers. It was dimly lit by a desk top lamp. He signed here and there with a large grin upon his face. Tomorrow night he would strike a deal with many thugs and dark mages. He laughed a little to himself as he finished up his paper work.

There was a flicker in a dark corner of the office. Soft steps of booted feet led her into the dim lighting. Eyes were onyx with her bright green hues. Skin was a milkly slate color. From her temples came two black horns curling forward, each with green tips.

"Oh Mister President..." She spoke in a low voice.

The man yelped, and gave a small jump. He kicked the desk from the inside. Eyes were wide in fright. After a moment, he settled down. Eyes narrowed at her.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"John, I am one. I am many. I am vengence, o' course," She said as she approached the man, hands behind her back.

"Ven...gence? What do you want of me?"

"Revenge!" She gave a small giggle.

He pressed feverishly down on a button to call down to his assistant, "Sally! Sally, get up here!"

"Oh that girl?" She pulled one hand out from behind her back. A wad of brains were plopped on top of the desk and the papers there. "Was she the brains of your opperations? Or..." The other hand came out and dropped an ear on the mess, "Did she just lend you an ear?"

John Black was no wuss, but this man gave the loudest scream a man could muster.

"Shhhh, love," she whispered, rounding with desk. Jade peered at the man, "I know all that you've been up to. And that you were cheating on your wife with Sally." She gave a thumb jerk to the mess on his desk.

"S-s-s-sally?! How did you...? The wards! Who...!" He looked at her. "You..." He looked over her features, "Look familiar." John Black paused again, "You! RhyDin knows you! They will know you did this! Jade Ravenlock Steele!"

"Jadden," she hissed. "If you know me so well, then why didn't you help my daughter!? Were you too busy dealing drugs, making pacts with dark doers...? Boning that mess on the desk?!"

"That case was thrown out! It was just a kids rough housing!" He shouted out.

"You... did... nothing... even after I called, left requests, begged. They beat her... for her family name. She did nothing... Such a sweet innocent child." She started to pace around him, keeping a bloodied hand to his shoulders, "So you will be nothing."

"Who would blame them! The Ravenlock clan is all gone to hell!" He lurched forward, trying to get away from Jade.

Said hand slammed him back into his seat, "We're all going to hell, John. Including you for what you've done."

"Why me?" He whispered to her.

"Because you chose to ignore the wrong child. Because you were too wrapped up in your own wrongs," she moved around to face him. "You will remember my face... you will remember my Claira Ann. My sweet baby..."

John Black started to scream again. Jade grabbed the side of his head. Purple light came from her hands, black tendrils went out into his skull. He jerked as he seemed to be shocked. Smoke rose from him as seconds passed. Jade released him, stepped back. He fell before her. The body twitched, but she knew he was dead as dead could be.