It was beautiful, really: a tiny sphere of absolute darkness that seemed to drink in the light around it, bending reality to its will.
The air around it shimmered with heat and distortion, and I could feel the weight of its created gravity pulling at my fingers.
"Of course, I'm sure!" I nudged her a bit, a playful shove that was meant to reassure her, but I felt her tremble from the way I almost lost control of it.
The black hole wobbled for a moment, its edges flickering dangerously, before I steadied it with a focused thought. "I have it under control... I think."
This was a very dangerous ability I had inherited from the bastard.
It's one of the many gifts he had passed on to his children, though not all of us had received the same powers.
It allows me to collapse, form, compress, repel, and annihilate space itself.
I can bend the very fabric of reality to my will, shaping it like clay in the hands of a potter.
