Heirot

Damien slammed his fist on the table, then grabbed the bottle of wine and took another swig. "You're damn right I do," he busted the bottle against the wall then rushed to her side.

"I think I might....screw it," he pulled her close and kissed her lips passionately. "I think I'm fallin' for ya baby."

"Don't fall to hard, you might splatter against the concrete," she said and moved out the door, her eyes turning blood red.

She stood three steps from the main floor. Everyone hushed and looked at her. She placed an elegant hand on her hip, looking around. She sighed, throwing on a heavily seductive smile. "So..." she said and some of the men stood up. "Who wants to die first?"

Damien stayed back behind her, admiring his newfound companion. She's really surprised him since they got to Arroes. He lusted after her seductive figure and tone.

He finally pulled himself together and went down to her side. "Hiya honey," he put a hand around her waist. He was determined to make her fall for him one way or another. He wasn't going to give up easily. "Any problems here?" he looked out at the awe struck crowd.

"Not yet," she said. "But, I'm working really hard on getting one started." She raised her hand and her hand caught fire. The men shrunk back for a moment. "Hmm... You..." she said and pointed at a bearded man who did not shun away.

"What will you do, bitch? Burn me alive?" he laughed heartedly.

"Hmm... Well, I was going to make a whole in you... but burning alive was your choice. So be it."

His eyes got wide and he stepped back. However, could not escape the flaming ball heading towards him. It hit him, engulfing him in flames.

Damien clapped his hands together and laughed like a child on his birthday. "Oh ho... It's my turn now." He really loved this part.

He scanned the room and saw the bartender crouching behind the counter. "Ahhh.... I think I choose you." Flash of fire streamed from his hand and busted through the bar. As it hit the man, it vanished into his chest. Everyone stared with blank confusion. Suddenly a shriek rose from the man's lips and he melted into a puddle of mush.

Mi smiled and walked up to a man, that despite how afraid of her he was, he didn't move. He wanted her, as much as he feared her. So when she placed her hand upon him, gently caressing his face. His knees almost buckled. Then she placed her other hand on his face and covered his eyes.... He began to scream and howl in pain, unable to break away from her magical hold.

When she let go, he had no face anymore, it was melted away to the bone. His dead body hit the floor.

"Now that's 'hot'" Damien called out sarcastically. He pointed at two men and twisted his fingers in a clock wise motion. The men squealed in agonizing pain and until finally two fiery serpents burst through out of their stomach. The serpents merged and engulfed another by stander in a sea of flames flickering out after the man was ash.

It was then the stampied began. Screaming like girls, the men and women rushed to the small door, trying to get to the door and out to safety. When some were free they were calling for the guards. Mi knew it would be a few moments, but the guards would be coming to arrest the trouble makers.

"Should we kill a couple just because we can, dear?" he asked approaching her side once again. A few of the people had gotten trampled on the way out and were starting to try and move again.

Damien blew softly through the lighting them ablaze in the doorway. The guards halted just short of the flame waiting on it to die down a bit. Damien's eyes blazed like hot embers and his brown hair floated above his shoulders from the heat of his body.

Mi smiled and stepped through the flaming doorway and outside, her nightgown billowing around her to reveal her long slender legs. She held her hands up, smirking as the red faded from her eyes, revealing the peircing blue.

She walked up to the police, her hips swaying. "I surrender," she said, winking at one of them.

"Damn!" Damien said as he followed her out the door. "I surrender too," his eyes losing their fire and his hair falling back into its place. The guards shook with fear as they binded the two fire mages hands.

"Not too tight," he told the guard. The man flinched and didn't tighten the ropes.