Dark Desires

||Prologue||

||Dark Desires| Prologue||

Here I stand, looking around at each of my opponents, watching for their weaknesses, to see who I'll kill first. The weakest link always falls first, and I intend to be the one to make the first kill. I intend to be the one that becomes the Queen, to win the conclave at any cost. I intend to descend to the next and finally test.

The sound of Alek, the King of all Dark beings, echoes throughout the battle field, bouncing off the tall stone walls. His voice deep and demanding, giving us a countdown, my eyes landing on my target. A younger girl, maybe a few years younger than me standing to my left several feet away. Her stance is off, shoulders slouched, she stares at the ground as if she's accepting her fate before it even starts. Like she has lost all hope.

Once Alek reaches one, I jump off the platform, my whole arm lighting with fire, the flames licking at my skin causing a tingling sensation. My feet glide over the ground as I run towards the girl who's still standing on the platform, not even trying to defend herself. Once I reach her, the heat coming off my arm could melt any living soul. I plug my fist into her face, no mercy, watching as she flies back, flames engulfing her body, she screams in pain and fear. Only the strongest will remain, and I am the strongest.

The smell of burning flesh reeks, marking the walls with death. These people used to be my peers, my friends... Now it's a test to see if I can overcome my feelings. To see if I'm strong enough to help bring down the evil that is trying to overtake my kingdom, my home.

As the girl finally dies, allowing the flames to eat her body, I look around, watching all the beings of fire battle each other to be the most powerful... What they don't realize is I've put everything I have into this and I don't give up easily.

A sinister smirk dances across my lips. I slowly raise my arms out in front of me. Letting the flames burn in me. My skin tingles and I feel my feet leave the ground. Fire bursts from my fingertips, up my shoulders, and down my back. My hair floats straight up setting a blaze. The flames explode across the battlefield in a sea of fire taking out each of my foes. They were not fit to be a leader... Fire can not kill a being of ignicolist, unless it's hellfire.