How dare he?! How dare he talk of her sister that way?! He called her evil, he called her… No, mustn’t think about that. She would show him, evil, the true face of evil. Oh yes she would show him…

As the child of Adramelech, the Arch Demon known as "King of Fire", she knew quite a bit about evil. Evil ran in her veins and haunted her dreams.

Looking up at the night sky she breathed a sigh of relief and shivered with excitement. Dressed in black, she slipped through the shadows effortlessly.

Coming upon her target without notices. She hid in the bushes out side his living room window, watched as he downed yet another beer, his fourth such beer snits she had begun to watch him earlier that night.

“Let him drink, let him drink his fill”, whispered the demon within her. Its silky voice sliding through her mind like oil.

“Let him drink, let him inebriate himself all the more, he only makes our task all the easier…”

In the late summer night the only sound was that of her aimlessly opening and closing the switch blade knife she held in her hand. As dawn approached the man she watch finally drank him self into a stupor.

Checking the front door, she smiled at the his incompetence.

“Didn’t even lock his front door, the fool.” Hissed the demon as she slipped into the house.

As quietly as she could, she slipped though the house, looking for a place to hide. She couldn’t set her plan in motion until the man’s wife returned, from work.

Their two young children where away visiting family, so she didn’t worry about them.

Quietly she slipped into their oldest daughter’s room, and hid in the closet, awaiting the tell tailed signs, of the woman’s return.

As dawn finally bled into early morn, she heard what she was waiting for. The slam of the front door, the shrill of raised voices.

Her demon blood sang in her veins, her power burned at her finger tips.

“Just a little while longer, just wait a bit more… Soon…soon you can show them what the face of evil truly looks like” Whispered the demon. “Let them know what it means to dance in the fires of hell…”

Nearly and hour passed before the house quieted down once more.

As silently as a cat and twice as agile, she slipped from her hiding place, and moved through the house. Heading for the master bedroom.

Approaching the head of the bed, she crouched down, and dragged her fingers across the floor.

Flames leaped to life, she repeated this at the foot and the other side of the bed, and watched with malicious glee as the flames danced higher and higher.

The woman was the first to stir.

Coughing from the smoke, and thrashing under the blankets as the heat intensified. Her husband, still inebriated from the night before, was less quick to respond.

Sitting up in bed the woman screamed at the site of waist high flames, which danced before her.

Shaking her husband into wakefulness, she failed to notices the girl hidden in the shadows, enticing the flames as she would a cat. Encouraging them to grow taller, to burn hotter, to blaze brighter.

It wasn’t until the girl stepped forth that the lovers took notices of her. The flames licked at her cloths, singeing her garments, burning away at the fabric, as the fire danced over her body, gleaming under her skin.

“Now, now! Show them now! Show them what it means to face the fires of Hell! Show them the face of evil!” Screamed the demon.

“So…” her voice as cold as a winter night. “You think it is fun to pick on young girls? You enjoy bulling children?” Her laugh was sharp and brittle, like glass grating on steal.

“Wh… Who… Who are you…?” Stammered the woman.

“Oh the terror! What wonders terror!” Purred her demon.

“Who am I? You ask? Why I am the face of evil.” Replied the girl silkily. “The true face of evil.”

Climbing onto the foot of the bed, she slipped between the couple, straddling the man. She leaned in close to him, pressing the blade of her now red hot knife to the base of his throat, the sent of burning flesh wafted between them.

Flashing him her sweatiest smile, she leaned in closer, pressing her lips up aginst his ear and whispered, “You really should think before you decide to torment young children.”

“What the hell?” Said the man jerking back. She pressed the knife closer slicing his flesh. The sent of his blood, clouding her mind, for a moment.

“You picked on the wrong person’s little sister. Do you know the agony of watching one you love in pain? Do you know what it is like to watch her suffer and know there is nothing you can do to help?... No?” Her smile was savage, twisted, mad.

“Then how about I show you?”

She leaned towards the woman, still holding the man captive with her blade, and brushed the fingers of her left hand against the woman’s cheek.

The reaction was not immediate, but soon the woman began to scream and wriggle in agony. The man watched in horror as the place where her fingers had touched his wife grew, black, gray, and finally white as her skin began to crumble away like ash.

Soon the discoloration began spread, down her neck, and over her body. With in moments all that was left of the woman was an ashen pajama clad skeleton. The girl smiled at her handy work, her demon cackling with glee in the back of her mined.

Turning back to the man she, drank in his fear, his sorrow, his pain, his anger, his hate, and she relished it.

Taking her knife she began to carve at him, slicing his flesh, the knife cauterizing as she cut. His screams accompanying the crackle of the flames, as the fire began to spread. Leaping from the bed, she looked back at her handy work. He was alive and conscious… barley…. but even so. By the time anyone found him, it would no longer mater.

Brushing her fingers across the comforter, flames took the bed and what remained there.

The man’s screams fallowed her as she walked out of the bedroom, a trial of fire sprouting up in her wake as she walked down the hall and out of the house.

By the time was around the block, the blaze could be seen for miles around.

She smiled. No one, no one, calls her sister “evil”… No One!