123 Black Flames 3 (2/2)

Silently, Dyon walked to the tree Ms. Everdeen hung from, gently taking her down.

Dyon slowly and diligently repaired the wounds on the beautiful old lady's skin. Taking his time to repair her grey eyes and her disarrayed hair. Dyon knew this would never revive her, but he wasn't willing for her to have any blemishes even in death.

Afterwards, Dyon created a beautiful dress for her. An elegant and conservative silver covered Ms. Everdeen's body.

Slowly closing her eyes for the last time, Dyon smiled gently, ”you truly are beautiful Ms. Everdeen. May you rest in peace.”

Dyon's crystal will whirred to life as he created endless flowers, small birds, and butterflies, gently layering Ms. Everdeen's crystalline coffin with them.

She looked peaceful. Exactly like someone who fought to the end for what they believed in.

Her arms were crossed, and the countless crystallized flowers and elegant animals graced her in death.

Dyon took a deep breath, ”when the time is right, I'll complete your perfect burial. The ones who did this to you will kneel before you in repentance. Forever.”

With that thought, Dyon took out a new spatial ring… one that he would reserve for Ms. Everdeen.

Silently putting her away, Dyon closed his eyes.

It was still the early morning. Birds chirped, and the leaves of the forest rustled in the wind. But, aside from this, there was nothing but an eerie quiet.

The village that had once had many residents was empty. They had most likely fled in the midst of the disaster, not bothering to care for already parentless children.

Hours went by with Dyon in this state, but he still wasn't willing to move. He smelt the foul manure coming from the once vibrant orphanage. He felt the trembling in his heart as it continued to fiercely pound. He felt the dripping blood from clenched hands he wasn't willing to relax.

Soon, it was already the next morning.

Suddenly, Dyon opened his eyes, a dense fire burning within them.

Black flames danced across Dyon's face, erasing all traces of the tears he had ever shed.

His eyes were decidedly darker, dimming from their hazel-green, to a murky and dark brown.

With a wave of his hand, the black flames engulfed the orphanage. Not even sparing the trees and village around it.

Dyon stood within, untouched. His face without emotion and his heart calm as a dark and gloomy lake.

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for those paying attention, it seems like Dyon's finally decided to tap into the fire affinity his demon qilin essence blood gives him... but black flames specifically are a special case as you'll all see...

I really hated writing these chapters, but I think it was important to not only remind you all but to also remind Dyon that just because you have problems we've introduced for the future, if you don't focus on the here and now, you'll lose everything you were working hard for in the first place. This isn't just a good lesson for Dyon, but a good lesson for everyone too! The jury is still out on if Dyon will be able to handle this trial well, but I hope that in all of our lives, we do better than he's about to do... cause in his defense, he's influenced by demon blood, while we're fully human, haha

I can't say I hope you enjoyed, but! I hope it was interesting :)

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