A/N- Hey there, my lovely readers! Sorry for not being on for like a millennia! I had school, finals (coming next week), and summer plans. I promise to be more active when I can. But hey, good news. I was in Geography class (most dumbest class ever in my opinion) and I got an idea for two new stories, one being an X Reader and this story! Hope you enjoy it! OBTW, Violet is from The Lost Guardian, another one of my stories.

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Prologue

She felt it when it happened.

The Magma Queen, also known as Ultra Violet, was tending to the lavafall, making sure it had the proper heat to keep the Chamber running smoothly when she felt a disturbance.

When the immortal spirit felt a disturbance, it meant all different kinds of things. A certain twinge in her body, a sharp pain, a small migraine, anything affecting her, usually meant a fire had erupted somewhere.

This was no ordinary fire. Someone had created this fire for personal and evil, vengeful purposes. People could die.

And Violet, having done this a few times in her four billion years of living, decided to go and calm the fire down a bit so it shouldn't be as catastrophic as it could be.

She set out in a ray of fire, moving at the speed of light to the location of the fire. When she got there, Violet as standing in front of a building that looked like an exhibit took place.

The fire had just started and people started to run out, screaming and coughing. Though the survivors were running as fast as they could, the immortal queen saw everything in slow motion while she moved around normally.

Violet slipped inside the building through the staircase with ease and looked around the fire in slow motion. Inventors must have been there because many different objects and stages were burning quickly. Signs and flags of the presumably nearby university had crumpled into ashes before joining the excited fire. The entire hall was a raging inferno

Feeling a twinge of pity, Violet stretched out her arms and ordered the raging flames to settle down a few hundred degrees. The dancing flames obeyed their mistress and shrunk a little lower than nature.

Doing this, Violet walked around and mentally with physical motions ordered the fire to cool itself a bit.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a man running to one of the burning stages in the corner of the giant hall. Her bright fire-like eyes followed him as he staggered a bit around the flames and made his way towards the corner of the circular stage.

An old man, Violet presumed. A foolish old man whose life is wasted and desolate. Robert Callaghan.

Of course, the immortal queen knew everyone and everything since her assistant is the Sun, who sees everything and thus reports this to her mistress, Violet.

Violet turned her attention away from the slow motion scene and continued to settle the flames down a bit more. When she decided she had done her share, she heard a voice and snapped out of her slow motion realm.

"Professor!"

Violet picked her head up towards the voice, a bit startled and confused. The fire was very loud, blocking out the voice, but she ordered the flames to quiet themselves.

"Prof-" the voice started again, but was interrupted by a hacking cough. The smoke was slowly entering the person's lungs.

Violet saw a young man, about nineteen years old, in a green blazer and brown pants, jogging towards her direction, covering his mouth and nose with his elbow to keep the smoke from filling up his lungs. He looked a little burnt on his right arm and his torso covered in ash.

Professor.

The world went slow motion once again as Violet glanced behind her, to see Professor Robert Callaghan reaching for what looked like a headpiece on the stage.

Her attention turned back to the young man, who had stopped jogging and was busy coughing.

CRACK.

Violet looked upward at the sound. One of the large beams that held up the building had cracked and was starting to disassemble.

On top of the boy.

The Magma Queen gasped and cried out, "No!" as she zipped to where the boy was coughing. He glanced up momentarily, before realizing he had other things to worry about than coughing his lungs out.

The beam lost its hold and crashed down upon the boy, but it never reached him. Violet was standing in front of him and had roped a whip of fire around the broken beam that held it up and threw it to the side, leaving the couple unharmed.

Having his lungs filled with anything but oxygen, the young man fainted in Violet's arms. As she held the unconscious boy tightly, her angry eyes followed to where the professor was.

He put on the headpiece by now and had small microbots protect him in a fireproof shell, completely disregarding the fact that he deliberately left another person to potentially die.

The immortal spirit's eyes literally blazed with fury as she sped out of the building, with the flames still dancing in slow motion, but growing continuously by the minute.

She arrived at the side of the building and glanced behind her, eyebrows furrowed in anger and disappointment.

The survivors had gathered at distance, but one teenage boy stood at the bottom of the staircase to the building, holding a baseball cap in his hand. He started to make his way forward to the entrance.

The anger in Violet boiled hotter than the Sun as she thought about this unconscious boy in her arms who tried to save that damned professor inside the building, and now this other young boy seemed go with the same intent.

The nerve of humans… the spirit fumed quietly. That man must die to put other selfless stupid humans out of danger.

Unable to control herself, her eyes filled with flames as she thrust out a hand towards the burning building, releasing a ball of energy.

BOOM!

The building exploded, shattering all glass and releasing a wave of force and energy rippling through the area, blowing back anyone close enough to be blown back.

In this case, the boy who stood stupidly close to the enflamed building, holding his baseball hat because reasons.

Hmm. What a thought.

How wrong could an immortal queen, who knew it all, be when she heard a voice a few moments later, crying out, "Tadashi! Tadashi!"

Violet turned around to see the boy being approached by the crowd and seven other members, presumably his family and close friends.

The boy wailed, "Stop! He's in there!", but a woman with short frizzy hair held him close quietly, as tears flowed down her round face. The boy, who had shaggy black hair, sobbed into her torso, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe this was happening to him.

Violet lowered her head in thought.

He's in there…

Professor…

Tadashi…

Her head shot in conclusion. Of course! Tadashi was the boy she carried in her arms and his brother, the boy who wailed with his baseball cap, was his brother, Hiro. The woman who was holding him was his guardian and aunt, Cass Carson.

They were the infamous Hamada brothers whom she had heard about by Dai-Tai, her Japanese Muse, who talked about them constantly.

Violet gazed thoughtfully at Tadashi's pale face, illuminated by the fire in the background. She came to a decision at last, turned around to give the building one last glare and slipped into the shadows with a dangerous curse towards it.

Robert Callaghan must die through fire.