Even if they did not hear the words of warning she had whispered before disappearing from that stinking prison, you did not need to be an oracle to know that Celeste was going to return to that store.
A vengeful soul so proud of herself as the little queen would never allow to be mocked by the amateur comedian Mr. Malik as he did. She was wounded badly at her house while that guy enjoyed his several naps protected by a huge armies of creatures and by his extremely rare Umber Ant that dwarfed all the other creatures. Even she had felt intimidated by that creature of metal and all his companions... she even had nightmares where an army commanded by that man and solid words attacked her, cutting and stinging with their tiny weapons. In these dreams she always tried to defend herself but all she grabbed turned into a plastic card that the owner refused to accept.

Although her memories of that day were disappearing little by little, she still could remember how bad she felt when he rejected her money. That malevolent subject had stolen all her power without even blinking. He had made her feel fragile, even poor. In a way she never had felt in her short life. And that was something she would not forgive easily.
Even then, she could almost hear his horrible voice telling her that she was ugly and poor. He even asked her to beg or he would buy all the Umber Ants in the world just for her to do not be able to find it. Maybe she was paraphrasing, as her memories of that day had been replaced by more important things than his insolent words, but the desire for revenge was still there. Intact. Indestructible. Waiting for the perfect moment to bloom.
Perhaps it even evolved. Yes, it had changed. That short feeling transformed into a vow. Not to get her honor, this was already lost forever, but to show that little mean man that her family was feared first and respected later. Or so his father claimed on the few occasions that she meet him.

Her monkeys flew and watched the local for a week until she managed to find a pattern. A small flaw in the security of the store that would allow her to destroy him completely. The first step was to destroy his image, after completing that small step; all the other pieces would fall driven by the first. Generating a chain reaction that would leave him completely annihilated. By ruining his image, he would lose the few clients he had, and therefore both, his loved place and all the figures and comics inside. And maybe, with luck, she could even find the same ant in an auction in the future.
She wanted that horrible figure, and was going to get it somehow, as her name was Celeste Manfrella, one of the most beautiful and refined creatures of all creation. Of course she would never admit to him or anyone else that she had already been defeated not once but twice in that mission. The evening after the encounter with the modern buffoon, she had spent hours and hours searching the Internet in an unsuccessful attempt to get one of those valuable ants.

With the intention of having a good camouflage and also a base of operations, she rented one of the worst van they had found. The unique treasure had been very cheap, paid in cash for the rental of one whole week. And under her strict orders, they hid it in some parking out of sight.
As the mastermind behind the plan, Celeste knew perfectly than she would not ever step into that piece of junk again, but she still could not feel good inside that thing. The interior was completely destroyed, the air conditioning unit did not work and every time the doors closes a piece fell. The few minutes she was inside that thing were a real hell.

From inside her mobile fortress parked on the opposite street, she observed with pride how the rare event started. Her nemesis came out of the tent, leaving behind a small sign informing of his absence. An apology on a piece of paper. Lunch break, said the glorious sign that gave her free rein to do and undo at will.
Cautious as a lioness, she waited impatiently until the man disappeared completely from her visual field, and then gave the order.
Her team moved immediately. But she was the first to arrive, followed closely by her two bodyguards carrying heavy cans of fast drying paint.
As her members opened each one of the four cans, she pasted the two stencils with adhesive tape on the top right corner of the glass. The higher one was her personal signature, the crown. While the one below was nothing more and nothing less than her name, Celeste embodied in a stencil with her stylized calligraphy.
When she just finished gluing her creations, she stepped away as much as possible from the glass.

When her slaves heard her smooth voice, they threw the contents of their cans in multiple attacks without hesitation. A blue river jumped from the can that Peter was holding, while a red flare was spit from Max´s can. The painting was still sliding when both changed the empty cans with new ones. Green as the acid was the viscous liquid that came out of the can of Max, and of a yellow that looked like liquid gold from Peter. The two colors hit the glass in different places, mixing sometimes with the red and blue previously used, as well as with the green in some other places where both hit at once, and sometimes the color even managed to survive in a small corner without mingle with their brothers. Of course there was collateral damage, and the adjacent rooms were also splashed with color and life.
Once the four cans were empty, their assistants took them quickly to the vehicle. She, however, remained there to give a more personal touch to that work.
She carefully took off the stencils trying to not stain her delicate hands and always procuring the fresh paint to not move toward her finished creations, but fortunately the thin layer of paint remained obedient where she wanted.
Without wasting a second, the girl placed her fingernail into the crown and using all her willpower she wiped out all her thoughts, except for one. "Golden" The gold stored in her nail left its old home, and leap forward in obedience to the crown that until it was bathed in gold. Glorious. A crown fit for a queen.
Then, she changed her nail and pressed gently on her beautiful name of connected letters.
The gold expanded once again from the point of contact in a perfect circle. Moving like a wave to cover every corner, while following the movement of each letter until her name was wrapped in bright gold.
Then, she disappeared before some of the watchers could call the police. She crossed the street that separated her from her vehicle and enter with a jump to the carriage that had never looked so lovely. So comfortable.
Immediately, the van began to move.


(( Continue and Finish in Turnaround Success by the devil itself, Akshay Malik))