The entire thing was just one huge expanse, an "open plan", if you would, though some areas were obviously designated for certain things. Throne in the middle, definitely the entertainment center. Scuffs on the floor, along with an array of weapons? Rumpus room.
There was a curious section that any realtor would scratch their head over-- broken pieces of crystal littered the floor, and large black slab of crystal sat in the middle of the mess. If you were new to the Negaverse, daring each other to poke at the dead corrupted Nova was about as much fun you would have down in the bowels of the earth. But something was wrong. Something was different.
There was a brief pop!, nothing like a gunshot, but later described as such-- some Lieutenants were great embellishers-- and Nova was gone. A tiny smidgen of a child sat on the stone slab in her place, looking about the Negaverse with huge periwinkle eyes.
Tapping her heels against the crystal slab, she beamed at the throne. She beamed at the weapons. She beamed at her little white gloves, and she beamed at the bright opalescent wand in her hands.
Done with her beaming, she slithered off the slab, and cocked her head at something that glimmered. She grabbed it with greedy hands, and noticed something; probably that she was all alone in a dark, cold room.
" D: " She made a strangled little noise and then-- she was gone.
***
Clambering out of a trash can and startling some stray cats, the little girl marched out of the alley, her hand clutched around her treasure.
