There is fire all around her. The air is stifling, thick with smoke and the smell of burning flesh. It will be okay, we are here to rescue them. Heroes.
You caused this. Villains.
She doesn't know what to do. People to heal, fires to put out. This is not what she does. People to kill, fires to start. That is what she does. She looks to find him, seeking her balance. Needing him to remind her that she can be a hero too.
He tears through the people around them with precision and grace, blood soaking his clothes. –Gods, but he does look good like that.-- She is filled with lust and pride, knowing that she helped mold him into what he is. She releases a fireball into the room, watching him dance around and through the flames…the last of the ‘innocents’ screams dying with them in flame. Villains kiss in blood and ash.
They were helping. Keeping people alive. Away from brutal, senseless murder…torture…worse. Heroes.
“I would burn the entire world to the ground were someone to take my husband from me. But I hope I would be honest that I had become the villain in that.”
She watched the world burn for the sheer fun of it. For knowing that she held the power of life and death in her hands. For the look of fear in people's eyes when they saw her. For knowing that the perfect blond man at her side would follow her to whatever depths of shadow she cared to bring him to, following her fair face and her dark heart.
They tried to do the right thing…the heroes. And yet everything burned…the villains.