TW: Sexual Harassment, Explicit Language, Violence, Self-harm, Blood

"Key! You little piece of shit! What the fuck do you think you're fucking doing?" The master's voice boomed inside his cramped store as he scolded me then I heard laughter all around the place. It smelled of booze and cigarettes, which was expected from all the lazy men lurking in every inch of this tavern.

I immediately picked up the fallen wooden mugs and placed them on my tray. After hurrying to put them back on the counter, I rushed back to the spot where the contents of those mugs have spilled. I knelt down on the floor and saw that there weren't a lot of drinks that were spilled. There were no rugs or cloth to wipe them with, so I grabbed the ends of my dress's skirt to wipe the beer off.

"Oh come on, Dir! Forgive this little girl for me, okay?" I heard a man from behind me shouted and lifted the hem of my skirt, making me freeze on my place. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I counted one to five to stop myself from kicking this piece of shit on the face. I heard his little giggles and I could feel his lustful stare from my back.

This fucking pedophile bastard.

"You look young, but you're really a wild one, huh?" He grabbed me by the waist and carried me to sit on his lap. I didn't try to resist, much to his satisfaction, but I started thinking of ways to hurt this piece of shit.

Looking around, I saw a fork from his plate and a full mug of alcohol. I couldn't help but smile with an idea that crossed my mind.

Oh, this could be good. I'm also planning to run away from this shit hole anyways, might as well leave with blood.

"Damn, she's smiling. She must've liked it." A fucking bastard said from afar, but I paid him no mind as I thought of ways on how I can execute my plan. However, my attention turned into the person gripping my small body as he started doing shitty actions.

From behind, I can sense his left hand caressing my legs while the other is starting to untie the knots in my dress.

"Hey, hey, Till! You serious with undressing here?"

"We're not asking for a show, you bastard!"

"She looks innocent as hell, I wonder how she'd look like when fucked?"

"That's a virgin, right? Let me have a taste after you, Till!"

"This fucker is really serious with it, hah!"

I dropped my head upon hearing the remarks of the people around. Really, I shouldn't have expected anything from fucktards like them.

When I looked around, I even saw the master of the tavern, Dir, looking at me with flushed cheeks, dilated eyes and an open mouth, as if excited on what he's witnessing. Every other man in the place was similar.

I guess I'll have no regrets, huh?

"Why are you not wearing anything underneath, little girl? With such a short skirt at that. You brought this to yourself." I could smell the booze from his breath when he whispered on my left ear. When he was about to untie the last knot of my dress, his grasp from me slightly eased and I almost laughed.

Oh boy, now you're fucked up.

Since my body's small, I was able to stand on the seat and elbow the shithead behind me, causing him to stagger back. Taking the split-second commotion, I also took the time to step on his manhood and pressed it hard, making him scream from pain. The shock of the audience made me have enough time to get the fork from the table.

"Goodbye, you fucking bastards." I whispered and stabbed my wrist with the fork. Pain settled in but that was immediately replaced with pleasure when I saw the red liquid dripping down from my wrist to the cup of alcohol right below me.

A smile made its way to my face when I saw the men looking at me, mouths agape, and shock became more palpable in their expressions when the alcohol started to light up.

"Burn to hell, you bastards and rapists." With a snap of my fingers, a blue fire spread on the tavern, gobbling up every man who was staring at me with lust a few seconds ago. Bliss filled my ears upon hearing their screams of pain and hysteria.

That's right, continue screaming until you die.

The flame spread fast and the thick smoke already filled the place. Much to my disappointment, the screams were already gone, probably because they're already at death's door or their vocal cords were no longer functioning due to the thick smoke.

I turned back and saw the man who touched me, looking at me with horror. I laughed maniacally when a big idea came to my mind.

"Flame, bring the manager here." The fire immediately listened to my command and in a split second, the two bastards were right in front of me. They were still not burned to ashes, but I could see some of their flesh already from being burned by the hot fire. They are still alive, but can't even shout in pain because their vocal cords were destroyed with the thick smoke from the fire. I gave them both a sweet smile and sat on the wooden seat.

"Is it hot?" Even in their burnt and weakened state, they were able to hear me and respond with a nod. I can sense their desperation, making me laugh inwardly. I silently ordered the flame consuming them to die down for now, into which it obliged. "Now, I just want to tell you something. Make sure you listen and maybe I'll spare your life." Their eyes widened, filled with desperation, and I almost laughed when I saw them nod repeatedly, believing my words.

"Actually, I never planned on setting this shit hole into fire, or even you." Just kidding, though. "However, you," I looked and pointed at the manager, Dir, who was now staring at me with fear in his eyes upon seeing the fire on the tip of my finger, "made me wear such an inappropriate attire even though you knew that bastards with no manners will take advantage of it." I scoffed and clapped my hands, when I realized something from what I said. "Oh right, you're also a bastard with no manners. I shouldn't have expected much from you." I rolled my eyes and I could sense his animosity towards me despite the fear he feels.

Oh, what a tenacious and thick-faced trash.

"While you, pedophile rapist," I looked at the other man, Till, who was glaring at me in the moment, anger overcame his fear, "It doesn't mean that I'm wearing a short skirt or no undergarments, I am inviting you to harass me." I grimaced upon remembering his words from a while ago. "Don't let a female's clothes tell you when or when not to be a lascivious trash." I could hear his curses for me with just his stares and I just laughed it all off.

"Oh well, I didn't plan to spare you in the first place. I just wanted to make you suffer from the heat for a while longer." Instead of looking desperate, they were both glaring at me, probably weren't able to take the lecture, or should I say insults, that I gave them. Pride is all that you have, bastards.

"You brought this to yourself. Now, burn." A smirk made its way to my lips when my strongest flames, dyed in black and blue, consumed them in no time, leaving no trace or even a single speck of ash.

"Flame, go crazy. Not a single speck shall remain." I laid down on the floor as the blue-black flames went ahead and consumed the whole tavern, including me. I felt the heat on my body, burning everything down to my flesh, but I just closed my eyes and waited for everything to be over.

"Thank you, kind miss." A whisper echoed in my mind and I only nodded. The flames soon died down and I felt the smoke-filled air blown away by strong winds.

It's done. Time to find another place.

I said to myself and opened my eyes. The cold wind embraced my naked body and when I looked around, the people were staring at the spot of the former tavern with shock. Taking calm strides towards another alley, they were still shock-stricken looking at the blank space, wondering if something was really there in the first place.

Upon reaching the dark alley, with a snap of my fingers, I was dressed in a loose and torn-down brown dress, similar to a beggar's clothing. I also messed up my hair and covered my face with some dirt.

Guess I'll play pretend again? What role shall I take for today?

With the blood of the witch and demon running in my veins, I can easily use any spell to command different elements, to hide myself from the public, or to dress up as any personality.

Zeshia Kylio Edregburn, a child with the curse of death upon being born.

What's to fear since I will and I can only die when I finally reach eighteen?

Nothing.

However, up until that certain death of mine, what's the harm of going crazy?