Immolation

Her green eyes turned to poison, until even the heat of the flames could not match what corroded her heart.

The leaders had no power over her, or anyone like her— not anymore.

Elysande slowly walked over to the man who purified her body through God’s touch. She clutched at her own, remembering that grace only too well.

“You ungrateful whore!” he spat out, coughing up ash in between his venom.

She trembled at first, wishing that she had not fought back. But then, her palms turned upward with fire and she remembered…

“Only your immolation will cleanse you now.”