The Master

The grin turned sharp.
"And my own people, the Time Lords? Oh, I get rid of them, too. Without lifting so much as a finger. No genocide, no fuss — just... gone."

He stepped in close, eyes gleaming with dark delight.

"Now tell me, isn't that just delicious?"

"What do I gain, Salem? Me? Oh, everything."
He spun on his heel, arms flung wide in mock celebration. "I erase my enemies, Dalek, Sontaran, Cyberman and — especially my darling Doctor! Never again will he swan in, spouting hope and heroism. No, no, no, no, no! He won't exist to meddle!"》

"Because you, Disney, ruined the show I am part of."

He paused — smiling like the devil offering fruit.
"That's why you need me. And I… well, I need you, my dear witch. Let's not pretend otherwise."

But not the means. Not yet. Grimm can tear apart kingdoms, but they can't fly starships."

He gave a pitying chuckle.

"Remnant's technology? Cute. Really. But it's a toy box compared to what I can offer. You want the gods, don't you? Why don't I just take you to those who wronged you?"》

And you? You're the perfect queen. What you need, darling Salem, is someone who sees the whole board. Someone who doesn't just look at this tiny, crumbling world you call Remnant but sees the stars beyond — ripe for conquering." He stepped closer, voice silken, sharp.
"You've got an army. Oh yes.》

All full of themselves. And do you know what happens?" His voice suddenly cracked with anger.

"Betrayal. Death. Each and every time."

A breath and then the charm returned, smooth and deadly.

"But your Grimm… your beautiful, obedient monsters… they don't scheme. They serve.》

you have creatures that obey. That kill without question. Loyalty, absolute and pure."

He circled her now, tone soft, almost reverent. "Do you know how rare that is? I've tried working with others — Daleks, Cybermen, and even demons once. All full of ambition.》

"Because I see what others miss. I take what others waste. I command — not just with power but with vision." He stopped and leaned toward her again, grinning like a knife.

'You, Salem... you have the Grimm. A perfect army. Not messy, selfish, backstabbing people—no, no, no ...》

"It travels through time and space, Salem… endlessly. Gloriously." He let out a soft, unhinged laugh, stepping closer, voice dropping to a purr. "And why, my dear, do you think I call myself the Master?"

He spun suddenly, arms wide, pacing like a showman on a cosmic stage.》

"TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension In Space. Do keep up with the acronyms, Salem, my dear. It's a machine that allows me to traverse the entirety of space and time. And yes, I'm the Master. Not Mister Master. My true name is unpronounceable to non-Time Lord people, so I chose something similar."

He rises again, extending a hand, his smirk returning with deadly charm.

"So… what do you say, my dear witch? Shall we rewrite reality together?"

"Imagine it — your Grimm, my technology. Your magic, my TARDIS. Do you want to end the world? Fine, let's unmake it. Strip it down to its atoms and rebuild it in our image. One universe where no god tells us what to be. No Doctor. No Ozpin. No Huntsmen. Just us. You and me. Immortal. Unstoppable."》

"I understand you. And I don't want to stop you, Salem. No, no, no, no, no..." He leans in, whispering like a devil tempting Eve.

"I want to help you."

A pause — then his tone grows ecstatic, conspiratorial:》

He kneels before her now, mockingly reverent but with a glint of sincerity buried somewhere in the madness.

"The gods abandoned you. The world fears you. Ozma betrayed you. But me?" He taps his temple, then his twin hearts.》

He begins pacing, fingers twitching with manic energy.

"Immortals. Monsters. Cursed and loathed. We've both lost… oh, how we've lost. And when the world burns us, what do we do?" He turns to her, eyes alight. "We burn it right back."》

The Master's grin fades into something colder… quieter. He tilts his head, almost studying her — a snake deciding whether to coil tighter or strike.

"But oh, Salem…" he says, voice now velvet-slick and dangerous, "who am I to judge? Really. You and I, we're not so different..."》

His voice softens, mock-sympathetic.
"You think you're the only one who's been cursed with immortality? The only one left to rot while everything turns to dust?"

Then, with sudden venom, he sneers:
"You're not a queen, darling — you're a tantrum with delusions of grandeur."》

Came out all ghostly white and full of existential melodrama!" He laughs, sharp, high-pitched, unkind. He steps closer, grin twisting into something darker.

"Now? You want to burn down the world just to put yourself out of your misery. Honestly, I'd laugh harder if it weren't tragically pathetic."》

"Well, well, well… look what the pit spat out. The witch in the tower — Salem!" The Master throws his arms wide, voice dripping with mockery and delight.
"Once upon a time, you defied the gods, sobbed over your lost love, and ended up dunked in a Grimm jacuzzi.》

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He frowned. "Maybe you do. Maybe you don't."

"Aren't they just? And I may have an 'in' with Xanix High Command. The Empress' daughter, her heir, is here on Earth. How would you like to have an ancient 80-foot biomechanical lizard girl to experiment on, hmmm, Rani?"

"Have you even met the Xanix, my dear Rani? They're destroyers of worlds, enslavers, and scavengers. They leave ⅓rd of a planet's native species alive as slaves or for their own dastardly experiments. Very brutal beings."

"The Xanix Empire ... worthy allies, I think. Negotiations begin!

So Earhlings.... listen up, End of Days!"

"Yes, yes, yes, very nice." He yawned, his actions contrasting his words. "Since regenerating into my sixth form, I've found capes to be very tacky... despite wearing them for my first five forms."

"Orrrrrrrr my dear, I can let you in MY TARDIS.... I promise, I won't kill you....... again."

His eyes blazed—madness, yes—but behind them, a glimmer of something else: recognition. Understanding. The ache of someone who had once wept alone under alien skies… and decided never to do it again. He waited, just for a moment. Just in case.

"Come with me, Xyra’Xen. Come with me and I promise you, you'll never be alone.... Let the stars mourn themselves. Let's stop pretending we're here to feel. Let's show the universe what it looks like when forever stops pretending to care."》

"But me? I celebrate that curse! Why mourn the flame when you can set the whole forest alight? Why cry for what ends when you can orchestrate the ending yourself?"

Then, with a tilt of the head and a grin like a cracked mask:》