V reached for the cranberry juice without losing his eye. "I was impressed," She sipped. "The exploding ships in the harbor impressed me too." "I don't need you ... to protect me. I can kill you." "Strange," she stated, frowning, "I don't think Willow's dead." "You killed him yourself! I heard the bones crunch in his neck." "Yes. I did too," she shrugged, "but maybe his God is bigger than death." "I AM GOD!" the man who ruled her life roared. A door opened, behind her. Her father changed focus. A man came up beside her, dressed in a white waiter's uniform. She turned to look at him and met eyes of fire. "Says he's God." she stated."I'm a Servant," the man stated, turning to look at her father, "God is much bigger than I am." Rage roared from the far end of the table. Her father morphed in power and form. She stood and watched him come. Five beautiful, glorious moments later, V was free and the Servant, flung his arm to get blood off his sleeve. And his Master is bigger. He is better than Shee Pan. She smiled, "I surrender all of my father's kingdom to the service of the One true God. Willow's God. Aiden Ricer's God."
