<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/HellTower.jpg)</div><br/>From his seat of power, HE saw every little happening in Townsville both great and small.  The poor blue Powerpuff as she sat on a pole, as seen from the eyes of a not-so-harmless butterfly.  Her flight to the school, and her reunion with HIS own blue spawn.  The red Blossom as she succumbed to feelings of lust and pleasured herself while the professor entertained heinous thoughts about his own brood.  The contest of sexual dominance raging between Buttercup and the newly-empowered Princess.  The green simian as he sat in shock within his lair, unaware that he too was under careful scrutiny.  And all their inner thoughts, their secrets, their sins, sang a most devilish tune in the ancient creature's pointy red ears.  It was a chorus that spoke of twisted plots and mind-shattering games to come.  To anyone else it would have been maddening, but to HIM it was beautiful enough to bring a single molten tear to his eyes.<br/><br/>"Yessss!" HE cried, his face splitting clean in half as that monstrous grin finally outgrew his skull.  "Every thread weaving together in such woooooonderful ways, and here I am in the perfect position to<em>pluck</em>them in whatever way I wish.<strong>Delicious.</strong>"<br/><br/>HIS left claw shot out, grasping the nearest shimmering image and drawing it ever closer.  It switched simultaneously between Boomer and Bubbles, "borrowing" their eyesight in a most invasive manner to give HIM the highest resolution that Hell could provide.  A delighted chortle rose in HIS throat, lips curling so far past his eyes that they nearly doubled back again, contorting his normally pristine features into a grotesque mask of insane amusement.<br/><br/>"Well well<em>well,</em>what have we here?  Why Mojo, it seems not all your boys are quite so willing to dance to your tune!  But my, they do grow up so fast.  A will and a way of their own, moving off in unseen directions.  Well...unseen to<em>you.</em>I see the path ahead oooooh so clearly.  But it simply won't do!  No, not one bit!" HE muttered, shaking his head.  "Two old enemies, becoming friends?  My dear Boomer, I fear your intentions simply do not coincide with my desires.  A pity, but I have plans for Bubbles that do not involve her happiness.  Back then you boys had a choice in whether you listened to me.  Now..."<br/><br/>HIM brought his lips close to the screen and whispered something into it the moment it switched back to Boomer's point of view.  What am I doing? HE said, HIS voice suddenly becoming that of the young man's.  She<em>killed</em>me once, am I going to let that slide past?  But attacking her...  No, that's too simple.  I don't want to destroy her.  I want to<em>break</em>her.  And to do that, I just need to keep playing nice...<br/><br/>The suggestion planted, HIM swatted the screen away with a crooked smirk before shooting a pointed look towards the one showcasing Brick and Blossom.  HE frowned, somewhat disappointed.  Brick seemed all too eager to use Mojo's plan as a chance to get his revenge.  Perhaps something more interesting would arise in time, but for now HE was content to let the two of them run along their current course.  There were far more entertaining matters to attend to.<br/><br/>"Oh Professooooooooooor!" HE cooed a little too lovingly, summoning the screen with the girl's father to HIS side.  Such a<em>diiiiiiirty</em>man you've become in my absence!  Harbouring so many uncouth thoughts in that genius little brain of yours!  HE balanced HIS chin on HIS claws, smirking impishly as HE watched Utonium go about his work and attempt to put Blossom out of his mind.  "But what's so wrong with<em>carnal plllllleasures,</em>my dear Professor?" HE trilled seductively.  "By your very<em>nature</em>you are a man of sin!  A sin against God on high, making life out of thin air!  And once a man has sinned once, he<em>will</em>sin again.  I aaaaaaalways make sure of<em>that."</em><br/><br/>But now HIM was stricken by indecision.  There were so many ways in which HE could toy with the naive, cloistered scientist, it was just a matter of which one would prove to be the most profitable in the long run.<br/><br/>"And they say it's<em>easy</em>, tempting man!" HE sighed, twirling his goatee absentmindedly.  To poke and prod these tender, wretched feelings, or to take<em>another</em>route.  Decisions decisions!"<br/><br/>HIM thought, and HE thought, and HE thought, until at last an idea came to mind and a cruel gleam entered his eyes.  Oooooh<em>yeeeeees!</em>What a<em>splendid</em>idea..."<br/><br/>It just isn't right! HE hissed into Utonium's screen, this time mimicking<em>his</em>voice.  We may not be blood, but she<em>is</em>my daughter!  Yet these feelings persist...  If I don't do something about them, I run the risk of losing my girls forever because of them!  Damn it all!  But wait!  What if there was some other way...  A way to cure this damnable loneliness?  If I can create the perfect little girls...what would stop me from creating the<em>perfect young woman?</em><br/><br/>The moment the suggestion was planted HIM slapped the screen away, laughing hysterically at the idea.  There was no telling if the Professors sinful feelings for his daughters would not still manifest, but this new development would surely provide some sport for HIM's viewing pleasure no matter what the fool ended up doing.  But HE was never the sort to waste time on gloating, and there were still two more matters to attend to.<br/><br/>It appeared that Mojo's formula had had some rather unexpected side effects on the obnoxious Princess, ones that HIM found most agreeable.  HE was not one so easily bound by the rules of gender, even despite the very specific name the people of Townsville had given him.  But that Mojo's lack of foresight would lead to such an unnatural and brazen display of pent up sexual aggression in broad daylight, amongst the rubble of a school, in the middle of a city that was so squeaky clean that it made one wonder if anyone ever really enjoyed themselves in the bedroom at all?  The very idea of it made HIM squeal with unearthly delight.  For now he would let them have their fun, and wait for an opening later.  For now HE had a date to attend to.<br/><br/>HIM disappeared in a flash of bright pink smog, leaving his domain to its strange half-silence.  In Mojo's lair, a previously unlit screen would flare to life, glowing a sickly and unpleasant shade of green while emitting a sort of eerie static.  The entire room suddenly went completely dark.  Normally it could have been blamed on a fault circuit breaker (for good evil lairs were always difficult to maintain), but considering the giant hole in the ceiling it was certain to raise some alarms when no sunlight seemed capable of breaking through.  After a moment another screen lit a few feet to the left of the first, and with a terrible otherwordly screeching the other screens began rearranging themselves until they looked much like a wide, cruel grin set beneath a pair of piercing green eyes.<br/><br/>"Why Mojo, you look so<em>comfortable</em>there, munching snacks while MY boys do all your dirty work for you.  Gotten tired of pulling the triggers yourself, hmmm?" HIS voice rang out, sounding for the first time in Townsville since HIS departure over a decade ago.  "But we can't have that, can we?  It's never a good idea to let your guard down, wouldn't you agree?"<br/>