‘I am Rose the Third. Reader, you are weak. You cannot withstand lightning; you cannot cease the rain. But I am much more than you will ever amount to be. I have heard the secret whisperings of the forests, the murmurs of the wind. My fingers are laced with black magic some call it witchery crackling down my spine. There is dark light in my eyes, enchantment in my lips. With one word, I can kill; with a blink of the eye, I can alter the future of the universe. ‘
‘Reader, dear unsuspecting reader, would you like to assist me? I can make you mightier than Zeus, tell you secrets that would render you helpless, give you strength to shift the mountains. ‘
‘Can you not feel that rush of adrenaline rush? It is venom, poisoning your systems, purifying your wretched blood, transferring my craft of witchery unto you. A mere human being you are, and in slight minutes, you will become one of the most powerful beings in the world. ‘