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“They’re almost beautiful.”
He says apathetically as he stares up at the fireballs falling from the sky- yet never fully touching the ground. The only thing that could harm them was their heat, so he wasn’t afraid and he didn’t try to take cover.
He had always had a slight affinity for fire, even though he’d never say it. He did produce the Witch of Cremation and was able to raise flames brighter than Hell as part of his wrath, after all. His strongest abilities revolved around flames- even if it was painful, he admired them.
“Do you think it’s okay if I stay here?” He says, expecting to response from whoever may be there. “Just for a little bit longer. I want to watch this magic meteor shower for just a little bit longer. . . Then I’ll get back to cutting wires. Nobody will mind if I disappear for a bit, yeah?”