Flames lit the room. Burning... searing... illuminating silence. Paint fumes soaked the air in it's suffocation, prettily strangling the thin throats of the unfortunate.
She had stood, her exhilaration and her drive for power had vanished. Breathing in the ever loving smoke infused she turned. Not one for words she watched from behind her what was typically called the "Flames of Destiny". An invitation to bloodshed.
The Gods were bias and so this was a sign of their favor. Above from the darkness they stared with unwavering resolve.
She had stared longingly back into the abyss... and answered her dreams.
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AN: GREAT NOW I'M BACK TO FRICKEN SMASH WTH NINTENDO I WANT OFF THIS CRAZY RIDE