Trust me. Such a simple request yet holds something else entirely. The saying, trust must be earned is not wrong, but there is another side to the coin. You see, to trust someone, they need to trust you, but for them to trust you,  you need to trust them. As you can tell, its an endless loop.

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Unless you're me of course.

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I don't start with trust, because no one should trust me. I'm the being of chaos and luck, but also misfortune. To trust me would be like handing over your liver on a silver platter seasoned with salt and oregano. It only hurts you.But if I must give some examples, then you shall get one.

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Paris, France 1589.

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The dining room was grand. It sparkled with gold encrusted walls and diamond chandeliers. I looked through the crack in the door and smiled at all the extravagantly dressed mortals, talking and chatting amongst themselves, not knowing of my true intentions. Silly little mortals indeed.

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"You look ravishing, my love."

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I turn around to my Hellishly handsome mate, Kane. He was adorned in his ravishing dark red and black marbled suit that really brings out the hellfire in his eyes. His jet black locks neatly combed back, making me want to make them messy just for the hell of it. I bit my lip in anticipation for later tonight, when I get to take off that suit piece by piece and open him up like a Russian doll.

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My, my, such naughty thoughts, Kitten. He smirks, showing off his sharp canines that I love to feel over my tongue and lips.

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Only for you, my hound. I give him a cheeky grin before walking through the doors to the dining room.

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I make my grand entrance, gaining all the eyes and attention to me, like it should be. A wicked smile grew across my face, displaying my fangs. I could see many expressions within the crowd of high society. There was looks of lust and awe from most of the men, jealousy and envy from a lot of women, shock and surprise from the newcomers, and a few looks of suspicion and paranoia.

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I glided down the long dining hall to my seat at the end of the table, where everyone was seated at. If my tail was not concealed by this gown, it would be curled up behind me in pure joy. So many toys, and all to myself.

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I sat down in my throne-like chair, Kane on my right, looking out at the vast expanse of faces.

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Shall we begin, my Queen? Kane's mental voice asks.

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Indeed we shall.

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"Welcome, my dear dukes, lords, and generals. Thank you so much for coming to my dinner party, such a pleasure for you to come to my required and forced invitation dinner party," I say, my voice holding its own sort of insanity.

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"What's the point of this, O'Lucky?" snapped Lord Daren Curth.

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My eyes lock onto his, flashing a molten gold, warning him of the power within, but hold my smile.

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"Why, Daren darling. If you would let me continue, then maybe I could get there." My voice clipped.

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His face slightly pales, but he regains his composure.

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"Thought so. As I was saying, I called you all here to discuss the apparent confusion as of who is the true under-ruler of France. Seeing as though no one seems so want to say it to my face, I am going to make it deathly clear." I slam my hands onto the cherry wood table, causing it to slightly crack.

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With golden eyes flaring of rage and homicidal promises, I look at each and every one of the people in the hall.

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"I am the being that can make a country disappear without a trace. I have seen empires fall and become nothing but relics to their neighbors. Making you all end up lifeless sacks of meat before anyone noticed, look like an embarrassing accident, is not even a drop of my power. So do NOT let foolish thoughts run wild." My voice took an ancient tone, making the atmosphere of the hall darken immensely.

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I could taste the fear within the air, and it was my own sick kind of drug. The fear of others, others with power, gives me a high that no mere drug can give. I sit back down into my chair, smoothing out my gown, my eyes returning to their green and blue colors, with my normal smile returning.

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"Any questions?" I ask sweetly.

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No one said a word.

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"Wonderful. Let's get the wine and begin the evening.

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"Glasses of wine came rushing out on platers, each one being given to a guest. I raise mine up.

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"To the reign of Friday O'Lucky, mistress of madness!" toasted Kane.

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"To the reign of Friday O'Lucky!" chanted everyone else.

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I held my sinister grin as I watch Daren drop his glass to the floor.

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"My apologies, Lady O'Lucky. It seemed to have slipped," he said, laughing nervously.

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"Oh no worries, we have a fresh bottle," I tell him, keeping my face relaxed and calm.

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A server came out with a brand new bottle, pouring into another glass on the table. I take a sip of my drink as I watched Daren sip his wine cautiously, before continuing. I start swirling my glass around in the air, watching the transparent gold liquid slosh around and the bubbles dance inside.

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"You know," I say, breaking the silence, "the saying, 'trust must be earned' is so true, because trusting the wrong person can lead to one's death.

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"Every pair of eyes shone with the same thing, fear. Except one. Daren's. His held the look of triumph. Not so fast, darling.

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"But respect is different. Respect must be given to the one that is most likely to kill you faster than you can. Respect must be given to the one in charge. The one that can set off the balance of power with just one swipe of a claw." The triumph was replaced with unbridled terror and pain. "Respect for the person that was smart enough to not put poison in the wine, but rather the glasses on the table to see who would not drink what was given to them. Especially if they have the power to get cursed poison from the Pits of the Hells.

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"Daren started to shake violently, dropping his glass again. Gold liquid started to pool in his eyes and drip down his nose. His mouth frothed with foam, more glittering gold leaking out between his teeth, making them look metallic. As Daren choked on his own spit and poison, I smiled and chuckled at his pleading eyes.

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"As they say, Karma's a bitch," I laugh. "I should know. She's my best friend.

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"When the light finally left his eyes, his face spilling the hellish poison on the table, I raised my glass again to the frightened and terrified members of the crime world.

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"To respect." I finish my champagne, and look back at the many faces. "Now I'll only say this one time: Respect me."