I remember the first time Mommy took me into her lair. It felt exciting at the time. As a toddler, I felt like a chore she had to do. She’d leave me upstairs for days on end and disappear into the basement. It felt so mysterious and threatening all at the same time. The only time she’d mention taking me down there was if I didn’t listen.
But after my birthday, something changed. She took me down into her lair and told me, this was my birthday present. My new home. She said she’d teach me magic and how to be just like her…but even more powerful. Then she told me that any day now, she’d learn a love spell for Daddy, and our family was going to be whole… finally.
She was thrilled that I was evil. It was a trait that she said she had only aspired to have. As I stepped off the ladder into the lair for the very first time, she knelt down, put her hand on my shoulder, and looked me in the eyes.
“Travitha,” she said. “The hate and anger I’ve felt all this time wasn’t assigned to me. It wasn’t something I naturally aged up with. Once upon a time, I was cheerful and known as one of the friendliest sims in Willow Creek. But after your Daddy and Hannah destroyed me, I realized being happy and nice was for the weak. The generosity and sweetness I used to have… it got me nothing. But this… this hate has given me more power and control than I could’ve ever imagined in my life.”
She paused and looked at me with a twinkle in her eye.
“But you’re so much luckier than I ever was, my darling. Your evilness, was my gift to you. I made sure that this would be who you were so you would never be walked all over like I was,” she said taking a deep breath as a smile formed across her lips. “As you get older, I know you’ll find a way to repay me.”
With those words, she pulled me in for a hug. “Oh my darling girl. How powerful a team we’re going to be. You are going to be my shining star,” She finally loved me, I thought to myself. She finally cared.
From that moment on, I knew if I wanted her to see me, to love me, her enemies needed to be my enemies. Her plans, needed to be my plans. And if she ever failed, I needed to be her shining star, ready to pick up the pieces. For I was her daughter. Her creation. I owed her that much.
In the lair, I danced excitedly. I was finally a part of her world.
After that, I tried to follow everything she said. But if I dared to challenge her, or asked her for something childish like a bedtime story, she’d send me to the basement. You’re learning what being evil truly means, she’d tell me as she locked the vault door. It’s for your own good. As scared as I was, I believed she was right. She had to know what was best for me. And even if she didn’t, I could never tell her that. For my soul, or lack there of, was my debt to her. My endless repayment. My thank you for making me the sim I needed to be.
