Summary: "He knows how it feels to lose everything with the light of a match. He has familiarity with ruin."
Rating: PG, just to be on the safe side. ;)
AN: I wrote this with Lemony's character in mind though the events don't exactly make sense with that. They actually make a lot more sense with Olaf ... but who says Olaf didn't have help in the burning? ;) And, besides, Olaf is far from being sane and justified in his actions.
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The fire crackled and hissed menacingly as the large mansion slowly burned to the ground. Great, towering flames first engulfed the library where he knew that the Baudelaire parent's middle child, Klaus, devoured books there like a large box of pastries.
He watched the flames as inside the mansion they ruined irreplaceable volumes of knowledge; so many of which he knew that the middle child had so wanted to read but never had the time to finish. He watched with a satisfying glint in his eyes as the devastation took place.
Next the flames crawled across the walls and up to the ceiling, burning the priceless paintings and maps of various grottos he knew hung there. The sight of the red and gold vivid light flickering through the large windows sparked a passion inside of him, one that couldn't be replaced with anything but his own insanity.
Some may call this man a pyromaniac, but he hardly agrees with that. The word 'pyromaniac' is a term used to describe a person who loves fire, one who enjoys causing devastation with the blaze, and one who is often associated with lunacy.
This man watching his own work of wreckage with pride may be mad with revenge, but a pyromaniac he is most certainly not. He knows the results of fires, having experienced many himself. He knows how it feels to lose everything with the light of a match. He has familiarity with ruin.
As he watches the flames, he knows he has never felt more vindicated in his life. Revenge may not be solely sweet, but, especially later, it is most certainly sweet and sour.
Fin.