((On phone, no pretty posts for now.))
Flame sliced her brilliant blue gaze on him, "My destruction, my chaos is my art, my hand is a paintbrush, watch as I guide it along my canvas," She said and swept a blazing hand across the land. Instantly, flaming rocks began to tumble, falling from her outstretched hand and splayed fingers, "The fire births new lives, just as it scorches the old ones away." She announced, her voice triumphant, proud and elegant at the same time, as a queen rules over her land, Flame rules over her chaotic hell, showing it off to no one, only she and for now, the Angel would bear witness to this horrid and startlingly beautiful event that happened below.
"Now, that, Angel.. Is my art, blood has been wept from my wounds to fuel the fire tonight, I cannot allow it to go unnoticed by the Kingdom itself, those that defy me and slip from my rules, my laws of assassination's, of hunting and killing, will not let off easy," With a look of disgust, she gazed at the ground, her upper lip curled again as she leered at the people sobbing as their families were torn apart, belongings destroyed, pain was inflicted, physically, emotionally, mentally... And it was delicious, Flame seemed to pulsate even more than already, her hair and eyes turning darker, skin paler, glyphs brighter as she fed from the torment that she unleashed.