Dancer in the Flames - Part 3 Continued: Fire People

The Unus Traditor waited outside her lair for me, to say she never leaves this awful cavern, she hears everything. Her withered hand stretched towards me as I trembled waiting for my sentence, she was ancient. Her wrinkled face was shadowed by a hood made from the hair of her victims and it was rumored that you knew you were done for when she reached up to lower it. Rumor has it that her eyes are fully red with no white or no pupils, streaked with black. And when you got close enough to see where the black and red collide you had already died. I shivered again and her croaky old voice split the darkness in half, I half closed my eyes listening to the high pitched lecture that was ringing in my head.
"My dear, you have lost your purpose."

She croaked and I was surprised by the emotion that crept into her voice, she sounded hurt, disappointed even. "I hate to see you so lost and misguided, tell me, what made you lose your way?"

"I ... I ... I was thinking, of .....him, my angel ... that is." I finished lamely looking down, a tear ran down my cheek and she stretched out that gnarled old hand to touch it. I gasped as she touched my skin, her hand was surprisingly warm and she smiled at me, it was sweet at first but eventually turned hard and hostile. She snatched her hand back and hissed at me, all my previous terror returning, as she reached slowly upwards towards the head of the hood that covered her face. She slowly wrapped her twisted fingers around the hem and agonizingly pulling it back, torturing me slowly as she inched it further down.