He adjusted the tiny little feather in the hat on his wrinkly little head. He didn't need the furry little flick of a lavender tail to warn him of the footsteps steadily increasing in pitch. He calmly turned around to face whoever-or whatever-it was that had so rudely interrupted his thoughts.
As he took in the shape that stood before him, he realized that it was precisely what he had expecting for quite some time. Male, late teens, long, shaggy, filth covered black hair, tall and well-muscled; he had seen more frightening, but then again, he had also seen much less frightening, as well.
"Hello," he started, but the boy would have none of it.
"Old man, come quietly, if you will. I don't want to do any more damage than I have to. That's for the master to do."
The old man didn't flinch for a second. "I'm as likely to come with you as I am to hop in a van with Free Candy written in big soapy letters on the side. I know who you work for. I can smell the Dark Fire on your skin. Has he truly put enough faith in you, or has his odor just rubbed off on your flesh?"
The boy grinned, revealing mounds of dirt emitting black wisps of smoke, flying around the dark room. "I'm his most trusted assistant now. Will you just come and stop stalling?"
The old man let out a chuckle. "I've told you once before I'm not coming with you, and my answer isn't going to change anytime soon. But enough about me. So you're his new favored assistant? What happened to the old one? I was a big fan of him, mainly because he was a complete and utter idiot. I barely had to try to defeat him."
The boy's smug smirk faded away and transformed into a beastlike snarl. "He was weak, me and the master agreed on it. But I'm not. I'm strong, stronger than you, stronger than anything you can throw at me. I will win, and you will come with me. He…he will not regret sending me here."
The old man's smile stayed and possibly even grew a little. "Desperate to please your lord, are you, boy? You never truly answered my question, but let's get away from that for now. So, do you know what I am? Of course you do, your boss must have told you, but what in particular."
Black hair swung around as the boy grew even angrier. "You're the White Fire. Do I need to know any more?"
"You didn't answer my question."
He wasn't going to take any more of this. "Master wouldn't have to know if I killed you right now. I could say you committed suicide."
It was over before it even started. The old man was caught by surprise as a black tendril of flame shot out from the boy's hands and engulfed him. Yet the old man still did not stop smiling.
"You're an anger driven fool, boy. Now that I'm dead, the White Fire passes on to one more strong than I, one who could defeat your master."
And as he finished his final word, he dissolved into nothing more than a pile of strangely white ash.
The boy started smiling again. "Time to go. I have someone else to kill."