Because we all love our favourite little pyro! You don't have to review, it's just a drabble I felt like posting.
Axel is a pyromaniac. When he is happy, he sets things on fire. When he is sad, he sets things on fire. When he is pissed at someone, he sets them on fire. If he hates somone, they can burn in the fiery pits of hell for all he cares. Actually he was kinda suprised that he had friends, by all rights they should walk round carrying fire extinguishers. But hey, Axel figured he's actualy a reliable guy, at least he's consistent.
'Hellfire' that's what his dad used to call him. Or rather, what Lae's dad used to call Lae, because Nobodies didn't have dad's. Nobodies were born from darkness, but, if they were born from the darkest pits of hell, Axel figured he was sure as hell going back there. Least it would be warm.
Fire was his friend, the only thing in this godamn world that didn't care if you followed the path of darkness or light, if you touched it, it burned you. Simple as. Axel shook his head, maybe that was it, it wasn't that he 'liked' fire he was like fire.
If demons were real, Axel reckoned himself a prime example, but, maybe not, because demons had a place. Axel was a Nobody, a being that didn't fit, a being without a purpose. Axel swore to himself then, when he died it would be with a flash, a bang and a burst of flames. In the moment he died he would know what it felt like to have a purpose.