Disclaimer: The characters of Escaflowne are not mine, bla bla bla. I'm just borrowing them for this fic.

A/N: Beware the randomness that claws its way up out of the deepest, darkest recesses of my brain.

Adûrere
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Fire.

It's a beautiful thing.

Funny how a flickering mote of light can escalate into an all consuming blaze.

A single spark, and all that's left is a smoldering pile of ashes. It makes me smile.

I suppose you could call it obsession...but how could anything so simple and elegant be so deadly? It's fascinating. It's...intoxicating. The heat and power of the flame.

Who am I? Why, I'm the Pretty Boy From Hell.

I'm Dilandau Albatou.

You heard right. And you'd better not fucking forget it.

Because I'll destroy you.

I'll burn you in pieces until all that's left is ashes.

Pretty things, ashes. I especially like the grey. They get everywhere, but it's a beautiful thing to see the path of destruction where the fire burned. Oh, it just gives me the giggles.

Of course, the biting tongue of the flame itself is the best.

It's so entertaining to burn things-countries, people, guymelefs, a forest or two. Why? Because it is. Stop questioning me.

What? You want me to stop talking about fire? Where the hell do you get off telling me what to do?

Fine. I'll talk about...Van.

Van.

That worthless piece of scum.

He damaged my face. My beautiful, beautiful face. Look at this scar. Marring my flesh. Scratched perfection. Damn him.

I'm going to kill him, you know. When I get ahold of that sherry-eyed bastard, I'm going to tear him limb from limb. I'll burn what's left of him until there's nothing recognizable, and laugh the laugh of sweet victory. Ah, what a pleasant thought.

But enough of the Fucking Bastard. On to other things.

Like my Dragon Slayers. Loyal bunch. Good, because if they weren't, I'd have killed them long ago. It's a glorious sight, my Slayers in their Alseides guymelefs soaring down on a mission of destruction and carnage.

We burned Fanelia, I'll burn him. All that'll be left is a nice pile of ashes.

Oh, this should be fun. Hope you enjoy the fireworks, Van.



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[1] Yeah, I know he wouldn't really call himself the Pretty Boy from Hell. I also don't care.

Adûrere: to burn, singe, set fire to