Eclipse

From the day you opened your eyes, you knew you were dangerous. From the moment you showed them your magic, they knew it too. They did what they could to try to help you, but your magic was just too strong. Too out of control.

You hurt too many people.

But you were not a lost cause entirely. They could still use you. You could still be the loyal hound they knew you wanted to be. Into the jungle they sent you. Look out for danger, they said. Stay away from civilization, they meant.

There wasn’t much danger in the middle of the jungle.
And such powerful magic is so easily bored.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little bored, too.

You had always spoken ill of witchfinders, but suddenly, you were wearing their badge. Orders from the Archon herself, of course. You had no choice.

Perhaps you started to enjoy the hunt a little too much. Perhaps blood was spilt when it was unnecessary. You were able to play it off for a while, but then it got out of hand. You killed someone important. You killed a friend.

There is so much death in your hands by the time they mark you as a target. You aren't corrupting, no, at least you don't think so. But your magic rages and it feeds and its consumes your very soul with each use.

You are a beacon, now, with the way your core glows. You can see each of your bones through your skin. Your eyes burn with the flame behind your pupils. You are oh so very hungry.

Not for blood.
Not for flesh.
Not for food at all.
But for power.

By the time they find you, you are no longer you. Your magic consumes, with the force of the sun itself, burning everything you touch, right down the grass beneath your feet. You don't recognize the Order's new little pet when she arrives, but you do recognize the look in her eye. You had that look once before too. 

There was once a time that you would have felt sympathy.
But instead, you only feel relieved.

You are relieved to die by her magic, though you are sure to give her a fight.
You are both bleeding by the time the flicker in your eye fades.
But you are still smiling, soft and peaceful, for she has taken your place as their pet.

You are free.