You were too good to be bad and too bad to be good. Always an angel, never a God. Not strong enough.

But Gwen thought you were, that you were perfect, that you had the most perfect body, the most perfect hair, the most perfect looks, and you were indeed very beautiful, but your skills were no match for the other spiders.

One day, after a mission, you were sitting in the spider HQ with a bottle of wine you had stolen, your little reward, when Gwen sat down next to you.