A/N:If at all, you did not understand the One Above's foresight, I am happy to explain, say the word.
Shrouded in the dimness of his penthouse, Phei's mind was crystalline clear as the light of stars glittering above, right there beside the eternal moon held in their keeping, indifferent and ancient and watching.
There was nothing in him that resembled thought of the perils ahead. Not the day, weeks, months or years or the hundreds and thousands of years that might follow — because now that he had tasted power, the prospect of an existence stretched across eternity no longer wore the face of lunacy.
A few weeks ago, forever had been a poet's delusion;
Now it was a scheduling problem.
He had, quite literally, all the time in the world to attend to the exhaustive catalogue of things that wanted him dead, and he intended to attend to them with the unhurried satisfaction as settling overdue accounts at interest.
