The sun glared overhead, but its heat barely penetrated Seiri's cloak in the autumn cold. Though, her focus was not on the weather. She wanted to know how they had found her. Maybe they broke Yehvon, forced him to tell the truth. Highly unlikely though, Yehvon was very good at keeping secrets, and even better at selling lies. He could make falsities sound like the hard truth. No, this wasn't because of Yehvon.

"Hello, Rae." That voice. It broke through all her mental barriers and stabbed her strait in the heart. She had hoped he wouldn't be a part of this. She had hoped that… her Master, Shujin, wouldn't care.

Seiri said nothing, and stood completely emotionless. Master or no, she wasn't going to be killed because of the council's pathetic cowardice, or their lack of sound logic. They had absolutely no reason to fear her. She had been loyal all these years. But none of that mattered now. The orders had been handed out. She was dead to them.

"That glare is no way to greet your master, Rae." His voice was seeping with humor. She knew this to be his coping mechanism. He tried to make light of difficult situations so that it would cover for the nervousness he felt.

"I have nothing to say to you, Master Shujin." There was anger and displeasure in her voice, with good reason.

He frowned but she saw the lie behind it. A startling realization. He wanted to be here. Despite his nervousness. Or, was that a feint too? Did she really know the man before her anymore? She thought she knew the council, and then they had turned on her... That only deepened Seiri's distress. He was her master, she had grown fond of him over the years since she'd been with the Priests. She looked up to him. Now she was forced to face him. There was only one way this would end…

"I guess everything I am and was taught was for nothing. But that doesn't mean I give up on my beliefs. I'm sorry I wasn't good enough to be a Priest."

Seiri saw a brief flash of regret across Shujin's face. And… sadness? Was she wrong in her accusations? Then she saw something she didn't want to see. Ahmi. But she was smiling. A smile that never reached her eyes.

"Ahmi?"

"I followed Yehvon when he was sent after you. But finding out that he was going to let you live was something I had to report back to the council," she said, completely unfazed by her own confession.

"What?! What did you do with Yehvon!?"

The young girl threw a sack at the red head. It dripped and smelled of death. Seiri swung off of Jun and shakily picked up the sack. She regretted opening it once she saw its contents. Inside was Yehvon's head, and his expression was that of pure fear and shock. Seiri dropped the sack immediately, like it was a raging fire and she had burned her hands. She no longer cared about the organization in that moment. They were monsters. And more than anything, she felt sickened by the thought that she had caused Yehvon to lose his life. What was to become of his sister? 'I'm so sorry Leandra,' Seiri thought, thinking of the poor girl who was no doubt grieving, who the council was no doubt telling that her brother was a traitor, 'I'll avenge his death. I swear it.'

Seiri drew her sword, and in her heart she felt anger swelling. Boiling to unimaginable heights. She was going to kill every one of these bastards. And as she looked over every face, she saw fear in all of them. Fire swirled around her like a tornado. It spun fiercely as her anger was released. She couldn't take all the trickery anymore! She had believed Priests to be honorable people before she had joined them. But now she knew they were nothing but murderous swine, and no longer did she believe that any of them were redeemable. Her belief that there had to be goodness under the surface of it all died with Yehvon.

"Rae, we can work something out. We didn't come here to kill you." She heard Shujin speak but she didn't listen. She didn't want to. Her fury had taken over completely.

Seiri held her arms out to the side and a sword, purely made of fire, formed and dropped into one of her hands. The flames then consumed the metal of the real blade she held in her other hand, turning it into a twisting, intimidating blade of flame. The red head charged at the murderers in front of her then. Three were cut down easily, too startled to understand what was happening. Five more were the same. Nine more went down in minutes. Their blood decorating the scenery and glistening a bright dark red in the evening sun. That left Shujin… and Ahmi.

"Calm down, Rae!" Ahmi yelled at me, her young, girlish eyes pleading. She was afraid, for her life, for the uncertainty of it all.

Seiri wasn't listening. She wanted to kill her. Wanted to make her pay for so carelessly throwing Yehvon's head at her as if it had been a sack of apples.

She blocked several strokes of Seiri's swords and was grazed by a few others. Her shoulders and arms were scraped and the red head managed to cut a bad gash in her leg. The cuts were bad, but were always instantly cauterized, the flames sealing the wounds shut instantly. They would leave ugly scars.

Seiri felt Ahmi weakening with each movement she made to block the older girl's attacks. Then she faltered and Seiri stabbed right through her heart. Ahmi gasped, a moment of pure astonishment on her face, and then fell dead at Seiri's feet, sliding off one of the burning blades.

Seiri's gaze then swerved to glare at her old master. He unconsciously took a few steps back away from her. His face clearly read that he wished he had taken the opportunity to run away while the red head had been distracted with the younger girl. Coward. She grinned cruelly as she charged towards him. Overhand cuts, sideways cuts, lunges. He barely dodged any of them. Cuts all over his body, now riddled with hideous, badly burned wounds. He cried in agony at each one she inflicted.

He faltered, as Ahmi had, and Seiri took the opening to lop off his head in one last swing. His body stood for a couple seconds before slumping to the ground. No doubt as Yehvon's body had done. A fitting end.

She breathed deeply, panting, as she came back to her senses. I was winded. The fire receded, one blade disappearing completely, the other returning to its plain, metal form. Seiri felt overwhelmed at the scene before her. She had vowed never to let her anger get a hold of her like this again. Bad things happened, even to people she cared for.

Her gaze stayed on Ahmi, her small lifeless body mingled with those of the other dead around her. Seiri felt tears in her eyes. She didn't want this. She never wanted this. Becoming a Priest only fed her anger! She could've run away a long time ago and prevented this!

Then her heart sank further in her chest as a voice sounded from behind her.

"Seiri…"