The little girl did not flinch when the God of Hell asked his question. She knelt within the glowing red boundaries of her crude summoning circle. Her pale face was stained with her own blood. She looked at the terrifying silhouette of fractured void before her and finally found her voice.
"I want you to slaughter the Architects of Destiny," she said.
Her voice was remarkably steady for a mortal child. She pointed a trembling finger toward the broken glass of her dimensional bubble.
"They rule the world of Aethelgard, they dictate every breath, every thought, and every tragedy. They decided my family was destined to die in a fire to serve as character development for a chosen hero. They decided I was destined to be a sacrifice for a greater plot. I reject their story. I want you to tear their script to pieces."
