32. The Pyro
The Pyro
H er voice called to me. Urging my steps forward and my power to surge with just one word on her heavenly lips, “Burn! ” She demanded of me. And burn I did. I would burn them all to a crisp to please that sweet, angelic voice that rung out in my head over and over again.
“Burn, burn, burn!”
I was an inferno. A well of endless power that connected from me to her. And I would do her will no matter what.
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