Scorn continued her endless torment in her office, now having a gun out and playing a rather intense game of Russian Roulette with herself.

"Do I put the gun to my head and pull the trigger or not?" she asked herself while she pondered on what she would do now. The End was the primary target now yet unless he was stupid, he would have his guard up during this time so it was not going to be a good time to strike at him. No she would have to be patient. She took the gun she had in hand and put it to her head.

"Shall I live or shall I die? Let's find out," she giggled to herself as she pulled the trigger. The gun responded with a click to which Scorn smiled ",Now that's three, now three more to go but I think this time I shall shoot the wall." She pointed the gun at the wall and pulled the trigger again this time though the gun fired with a loud bang, the bullet piercing the wall she was aiming at.

"Guess I get to live," she said with a laugh putting the smoking gun down and spinning in her chair once more, thinking on what to do indeed. Perhaps she could find Asyr herself and kill her. She threw that thought aside, she dare not kill the hero as a mortal it would make her no better then The End. Yet the idea of finding Asyr intrigued her. Maybe now showing her the truth, the truth that she was no different then the one and only Scorn. The world now had their back to her when Asyr needed help the most. All the lives she saved and all they did was let her walk away. How the world didn't seem to care now, and left her to live her final day alone.

"Now you know how sweet Chloe felt," she whispered to herself ",I was the only one there for her, her only friend. Everyone shrugged the sweet girl away despite all her kindness. No one took noticed of her until what her family did to her and I had to protect her." Her voice became a growl remembering that faithful day.

"So you see Asyr, you are both alone yet you aren't for I know the pain of being alone which has made me strong. This is why you can never trust mortals. They will turn their back on you once you are seen of no use or have nothing they want," she said. If someone knew her past they might find it odd how she treated Chloe like another being, when she was Chloe herself. Yet now she called herself Scorn she was still born Chloe. Chloe had been the sweet innocent girl who grew up with an abusive family. With no friends to ask to play with she created Scorn unknowingly, a dark part of her. Some would call Scorn an imaginary friend back then but in truth she was as much of Chloe as Chloe was as much of Scorn. Scorn was more then an imaginary friend but also her powers manifesting their own form within Chloe. When Chloe's will and spirit was shattered that cruel night, was when Scorn picked up the pieces and vowed to always keep Chloe safe and punish the mortal world for what they did to them, how they swept Chloe aside as nothing. Chloe disappeared that day and only Scorn remained.