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By Silver Sailor Ganymede
She had always loved the fire, yet at the same time she hated it. It was beautiful when the fire burnt everything to ashes, its tongues of venom devouring everything in its path. It was terrifying though, when the fire brought her visions, dreams, things she never wanted to imagine let alone know were truly there.
Fire was her healer, her cleanser; she had loved to play with the flames as a child, let them lick at her hands and she sat there, staring at it mindlessly. It had helped ease her pain when her father had left, its tongues then seeming not laced with venom but simply a gentle, cleansing warmth. Yet fire was also her greatest pain; it reminded her too much of her mother, how she had meditated for hours on end to clear her mind, her beauty even more radient after she had. She wished that she too could do that, but nothing would ease the rift that had long ago formed inside of her.
Fire was her protector, her element, her guardian, yet it was also something that brought only pain to her now when she was near it. The fire had been meant for the demon, but the monster in question had redirected it; her love had been captured within the flames only to die in agony. The fire meant nothing but pain to her now, nothing but pain and sin.
Maybe in the end the fire could burn all of her sin away.