The whole situation infuriated Mozrael more as she thought of it. Kesha was just acting high and mighty because she had a strong background. Her thoughts were turning more and more ugly, then-
I shall lend you my power...kill...her... Burn her... destroy her...
I know what I want, Mozrael thought sharply. But even she was unsettled by how easy it felt this time, how natural the idea of burning Kesha had become.
The voice whisperred in Mozrael's mind- the ancient voice that wanted to take control. This was the first time she'd wanted the strength willingly for something so unnecessary.
Mozrael didn't throw the fireball. She launched it. A roaring sphere of flames hurtled toward Kesha's face—
BOOM!
Dust and smoke erupted in the room, sending everyone stumbling back.
Kesha's sigh was long and suffering. "Mozrael. What did I tell you?"
Mozrael flipped her hair back and looked at Kesha defiantly. "You said no harming. I was aiming to incinerate."
