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Lucifer had known Ciar for a long time. Maybe a year or so. But tonight, Ciar seemed like an entirely different person. She was skipping down the sidewalk in front of Lucifer, it would have beenalmost child-like, had it not been for the dead look in her eyes.
"Ciar wait up!" Lucifer yelled, her voice cracking slightly. She was worried, Ciar had a bottle of gasoline in one gloved hand and a box of matches in the other. "Where are you going?!"
Ciar turned to look at Lucifer, Ciar's cold, silver eyes seemed to bore a hole in Luci's eyes, the acid in her voice was palpable, "Home. Sweet. Home." She gestured to the neighborhood behind her.
She then began to spread the gasoline around each house, on each house, everywhere.
Lucifer then began"You can't kill all these people, they aren't the ones who-"
"You're wrong, they KNEW, and did nothing. Cowards." She practically spat the word.
"You're insane."
Ciar's shoulders trembled. For a horrible second, Luci thought it was rage, but then quickly realized it was laughter. Ciar took out a match deliberately and lit it. Lucifer watched the neighborhood go up in flames as Ciar dropped the match.
