"Ember? Are you okay?" The girl whipped around, her red-orange hair flickering as if it was on fire. "Yes Rei. I'm fine, just fine." Ember drawled out. Rei looked around for an escape route. She had seen what had happened to this girl's previous enemies. She didn't want to end up like that. Ember smirked and slowly strides towards Rei. "Ember, I really don't like that look on your face. What's going on?" The raven-haired one was starting to freak out. Ember was never like this; she had always been kind and helpful. Sure, she had been rude, and acted strange from time to time, but never this. This was different; she looked, and acted pure evil. Ember, however, loved the look of pure fear on Rei's face. She loved fear; she loved to see others afraid of her. These were the moments that fueled her life. The moments when she turned on them, giving up her act, and showing them who she really was. She had, at no point in her life ever met an equal. "Since you've been so kind, Rei, I will end this quickly. This is a blessing." With that, Ember opened her hand, summoning fire; a blazing fire, looking for a source to burn. Ember quickly shoved this fire down Rei's throat, and before the poor girl could even scream, she was enveloped in flames.
That wasn't the first time Ember had killed. No, she had killed many times before. She killed purely for fun. She loved to hear them scream, loved to watch them run. More than anything, though, she loved the coppery scent of their blood. Over the years, she had devised many torture methods, and discovered others that already existed. Some of her victims would even end their lives before she could. Her favorite surprise was to walk into their chamber one morning, to find a slowly rotting corpse with a knife stabbed through its heart.