Therapeutic Arson

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"You know, I remember once that someone said that some men just want to watch the world burn."

Heat from the embers of the hero's life licked at his clothes as he collapsed to the floor.

"Whoever had said that was so close yet so far from the real truth."

She tilted her head, a small, oddly serene smile making its way across her face. Her eyes were almost closed, the sword in her hand glowing from the reflection of the fire.

"You see, I am not a man, nor do I want to watch the world burn."

The hero looked up in disbelief, not ready to believe anything that she said. Especially when it came to things like this.

Her smile split into something grotesque and horrifying, the fire surrounding them igniting in her eyes. Blood sizzled as it dripped onto the embers from the edges of that terrifying smile.

"I want to watch the world light itself on fire, and smile  as you scramble to put it out. I want to see the light fade from your eyes as you realize that this was all your fault," she kneeled, placing the edge of the blade against his throat.

"And I want to be the one to laugh as you realize the same thing that I had to when I was young."

She lifted the sword, and then sliced it across the side of his face in one smooth movement, plunging the sword into the flaming ground.

"This world isn't fair, and there's nothing you can do to fix it except watch it burn.

"But sometimes you have to start the fire yourself."

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