Ariadna sat on the dark throne in the great castle of the God of Destruction. Her gaze was fixed on the picture below her feet, where bright flames tore through the darkness of the grand chamber. The light was flickering, illuminating her beautiful dark hair and eyes. The holy family of the God of Destruction, hew own family, was caught in the fire's embrace, their cries ringing out in the night.
The castle walls shook as the fire raged on, swallowing the lush gardens that had once bloomed beautifully. Ariadna watched with satisfaction as her family's brilliance turned to dark smoke. Their once-great legacy was crumbling into nothing before her eyes.
A smirk spread across her face. For years, she had listened to their pious words, always thinking they were better than everyone else. Now, they were nothing but ash, and she felt a rush of power and freedom. "How is this renewal, huh?" she whispered, her voice dripping with anger and irony.
The golden flames crown on her head felt heavy, but exhilarating. They made her who she was - the flame of renewal born from the ashes of destruction.
Once, she had been their beloved daughter, always expected to follow their rules. But now, as she saw them suffer, she finally felt avenged. The memories of their cruelty flooded her mind, and satisfaction took root in her heart.
"May the ash of your pride become the soil for something new. From ashes we spring, to dust we return." she said softly, her heart swelling with determination. It was time to end the old ways.
The fire crackled, and their screams mixed with the sound of her own laughter, echoing around the chamber. Ariadna felt empowered—this was the beginning of a new era, one shaped by her will.
"Welcome, my fallen family," she called out into the chaos, reveling in their demise. "You thought you were untouchable, but I have claimed my destiny, as you so desired."
As the last screams died down she turned around and let the fire consume the whole castle.