As Adrian Steele's daughter, you were used to the craziness that was... your life. You weren't even afraid when the Drokkari attacked New York. You were, however, quite surprised when the God of Mischief showed up at Steele Tower in the middle of the fight.

"Please. Come with me." Marek walked toward, scepter in hand. "We'll rule together, side by side. I promise that you and I will change the world."

"You can't just show up here and expect me to go with you." you scoffed, looking at Marek like he was insane. "Why not?" Marek asked.

"Because you're the enemy!" You practically shouted. "How can you talk about changing the world when all you're doing is tearing it apart?" You gestured at the destruction happening in the city outside the tower.

"Tearing it apart so we can rebuild it... Together." Marek smirked at you like he was offering you a noble cause. "You have no idea what you're saying..." you argued.

"Come with me." Marek insisted again.

"I can't." you refused.

"This world doesn't deserve you. They don't care about you!" Marek growled, stalking closer. "But you do?!" you backed away. "You know I do." he gave you a look that clearly reminded you that he could have eliminated you in Germany during his first altercation with the Sentinels.

"If you really cared about me, you wouldn't ask me to choose." You tried to reason with Marek.