As I sat on my throne, I held an orb of pure energy that allowed me to view what was going on in the human realm. My current soon-to-be-victim was an older woman- Mrs. Nero. She'd been torturing anyone she could get her hands on for years. The old hag quickly lost her mind soon after her husband died. Far as I know, he was the only thing keeping her in check. With Nero being the way she is, it made the neighborhood a difficult one to live in. Anyone who went within a ten-foot radius of her house was dragged inside, knocked unconscious, and became the next victim of unspeakable tortures. Her basement became a dungeon- something everyone feared and tried to stay out of. But not everyone was lucky. As I watched her, I saw her pull a young boy from off the street and started to drag him to her house. The kid was five, maybe six, and was screaming like a madman- doing everything he could to escape. Wasn't like I couldn't blame him- anyone who went into her house never came out. After a moment of observing, I'd seen enough. Releasing the orb to float midair, I reached over my throne and grabbed a pair of long silver bladed scissors from a tray I always kept there. Straightening once more, I snapped my fingers and a gold thread materialized in front of me- Nero's lifeline. It was at this point the woman reached her front door and threw the child inside, grinning wickedly. The orb zoomed in and I saw the child lying on the musty carpet with a glass vase in pieces around him. When he cried out, both from broken glass cuts and from fear, I drew my attention to the thread and cut it. Glancing back at Nero, she stood on her doorstep in shock, clutching her chest and fell over- dead. I grinned in satisfaction and made a mental note to make sure she suffered for a long time... A few centuries perhaps? Yes... that sounded good. She was lucky the boy was there- otherwise she would've had a much more... agonizing death. Yes... let's put it that way. The boy I was "observing" stood up and stared at the woman in shock, not daring to move a muscle with his mouth wide open. I sighed and snapped my fingers. At once the boy's injuries were healed and his eyes clouded over for a moment, causing him to forget all of what happened in the last few minutes. He blinked, then ran out the door and home- leaving the now-dead hag's screen door to bounce on its hinges. After all, I can't leave any witnesses now can I? It would be very... unprofessional of me. Leaning back and stretching lazily, the orb vanished. Letting out a deep sigh, I wondered if there was any mischief I could get up to in the human realm. As a wicked grin settled onto my face, I dissolved into shadows.