The fire felt warm. Familiar.
Good.
The flames had hurt her mother, and her sister. They'd screamed horribly, for what seemed like forever.
Afterwards, when Geelie had crawled out of hiding, she'd crept over to the still warm ashes of the fire. She'd seen the remains of her family and had never forgotten the sight of their charred bones, the way their skeletal hands had clutched at each other in death.
After that, revenge had seemed not only natural, but right.
It had taken a while.
Deals with demons aren't always easy to come by, not for a small child.