Having spent day in and day out with the Flame, Kieran had become a self-proclaimed master of the Flame's conduct. Perhaps he didn't know its every thought, the motive behind its actions, or its end goal… but he did know the Flame's aura and personality.
Though the inherent qualities were there, they seemed overshadowed by more prevalent character traits.
The Flame's depravity vanished in place of dignity, offering a heavy presence that made it somewhat hard to breathe, like immaterial boulders were pressing against everyone's chest.
And what he sensed from the Flame now… it was all terribly wrong in his opinion. The Flame had always been the epitome of iniquity, malignancy, and heartlessness, able to make ungodly amounts of sacrifices without batting an eye or losing sleep.
