She'd been watching him. With her long jet-black hair and big green eyes she was easily one of the prettier women in any room. She might not be the most beautiful, but she would definitely get a second look from any man there. Her pale skin and high cheekbones whispered of royalty and high society. Her quiet loving manner and softhearted ways spoke of a humanity that was rarely seen in the upper echelon of the world. She loved him. She feared him. She loved the man that she knew was hidden inside. She feared the man that she knew he showed the world.

She knew his friends. She knew his sins. She knew his heart and she knew his pain. She knew his life hadn't been easy and she knew he would never admit it… not this man that he'd become anyway. Now he was hard and unfeeling… completely out of touch with the world around him. So cynical that he wouldn't see love if it were right in front of him. So cruel that he didn't disserve love even if it was offered to him. So power hungry that she wasn't sure he remembered he needed a little thing like love.

She knew something though that he didn't. She knew his world was about to crash around him. All those grains of sand he held so tightly in his hand were about to slip right through his fingers. She knew that all those superficial things he held so dear were all about to be taken from him. No one… not even he could stop it. It was just the way the world worked. Karma's a bitch. She gives you back exactly what you give her and all he gave was greed and pain. He was no longer disserving of the things he had therefore life was making sure he wouldn't have them.

His world was going to shatter…
and she could only hope that the beautiful man within him would be resurrected from the ashes like a phoenix.

This is the story of the destruction…
and the rebirth…
of Triple H.


Part 1