She hadn't meant to kill the man. Actually, she did. He was a criminal, one who had committed more crimes than all of the serial killers in New York. Bad analogy.

Sophie knew that she had wanted to kill him. He deserved such a death. But she had no idea that she would enjoy it so much.

She didn't know that his death would lead to more, and more, and more murders.

And she definitely wouldn't know until later, that she would reveal in the power, the blood, the madness.

Somewhere far, far, away, Marethyu shook his head sadly as he stared down into his scrying mirror. And sighed. And wrapped it up carefully. And stored it away.

Then set out to clean the blood that had splattered all over his bathroom floor.