"Anon, you got the stuff?" Kronii asks you as you disembark from your Hyundai pick up, parked in the middle of nowhere.
Kronii was wearing her usual outfit, which was impressive considering the sweltering moist desert heat.
"Sorry, couldn't get you the lava. It's not that easy to get around these parts. I only managed to scourge up two cans of gasoline." Without your serious tone, one can easily mistake your words as sarcasm.
"Not a problem honey, we just need need some heat for the marshmellows." Kronii kisses you on the cheek, holding in her hands a bag of white fluffy goodness.
The two of you had to operate out of your usual area, hunting around your usual domain had attracted unwanted attention, forcing the occasional roundtrip to far flung places.
There was a third party, they were sitting down bound to a flimsy wooden chair. struggling in place.
Kronii approaches them, removing the hood from their head.
Mumei's eyes darted around, her amber eyes accustomed to the darkness and so she could easily spy the two of you.
She's obviously terrified.
She was always the weakest of the council. She couldn't do much even if she could escape.
You waste no time, retrieving the two jerrycans worth of gasoline from the back of the truck.
Kronii is by the hood, watching eagerly as you start doing the dirty business.
The first can you dump all over Mumei, you can hear her horrified muffles through the gag in her mouth. Her clothes getting soaked, clinging to her curves. What a waste of a good body you think to yourself.
You remember how nice Mumei usually smelled, like a bakery store. That pleasant scent was replaced by benzene,
The second jerrycan you use to create a puddle around Mumei's feet, than a long trail far away from her and towards Kronii.
Your beloved is giddy with excitement, especially as you take out a matchbox.
"You do the honors." You bow while offering Kronii the matchbox, she has her hand on her cheek, enamored by your romantic gesture.
"What a gentlemen." She takes it, and lights it with the striking surface
The both of you have one final look at Mumei, she had fallen over in her maddened attempts to avoid her fiery fate, it was no use.
Kronii throws the stick, and immediately a brilliant trail of fire erupts outwards before engulfing the poor Guardian of Civilization.
Your demented lover stares on, entranced by the pillar of flame fueled by the demise of her colleague, you see her rubbing her crotch in excitement, a small drop of drool falling from the edge of her mouth.
"Oh I like that" She whispers in silent euphoria to no one in particular.
She scared you sometimes.