This Fire Within Me

I'm sorry for some descriptions. 

As Nadro observed the suffering of all, Nedeira's eyes swiftly turned blue, revealing that her spirit was still alive. 

"Gaaaah!" Nadro growled and in a fit of rage, it tore off the remaining shreds of clothing, exposing her soft, radiant white skin, naked breasts, buttocks, and intimate parts. 

The demon understood that in order to fully claim her soul, he needed to manipulate her into succumbing to lust and greed incited by men. 

Stripping away all barriers, he fully revealed her hard nipples and strode barefoot outside of the establishment of entertainment. 

Observing the chaos he had wrought—people fallen, humans turning on each other in violence—, stabbing and killing each other just to make the pain go away. 

Nadro's eyes focused on a slight man in the crowd, deeming him suitable for his purposes. 

"You probably haven't touched a woman your whole life," it smirked, "come here!" 

With a murmur, he compelled the man to approach, dragging his body closer just with one finger.

"Give in desire... it is the human craving," Nadro whispered, urging the man to touch the girl into surrendering her powers once more. 

Forcing the man's head towards her nipple, he commanded, "Taste it, compel the woman to yield."

The man forced its head away from the naked and soft skin of this beautiful woman, "n-no!" He yelled with force. 

Nadro's face turned crimson as the silence between them thickened with unspoken words. 

His breathing quickened with each inhale, his once steady voice cracked. "What do you mean, no?" he demanded before swiftly striking the man's head with a nail.

"Pathetic," he growled as he surveyed the area for his next target.

As he moved through the shadows, his eyes looked around in this darkness for any signs of movement. 

Nadro's mind raced with thoughts of more death and retribution. The taste of blood stayed on his lips, fueling his desire for more violence.

Suddenly, a faint noise caught his attention.

 He froze, his senses were on high alert as he pinpointed the source of the sound. 

Without hesitation, he advanced towards the origin of the noise.

As he rounded the corner, he came face to face with his next victim, a look of fear flashed in the man's eyes as he realised his impending fate. 

Nadro's lips curled into a smile as he raised his hand, ready to strike once again.

The victim's pleading eyes met Nadro's cold gaze, but the hardened killer felt no remorse. 

With a calculated move, he delivered the final blow, extinguishing the life from his target, "heh!"

Breathing heavily, Nadro stood over the fallen body, his mind consumed with satisfaction and emptiness. 

The adrenaline of the hunt still pulsed through his veins, driving him forward in his relentless pursuit of vengeance on humans.

Without a second glance at the lifeless body at his feet, Nadro disappeared into the shadows.

*

Reverie finally managed to stand and, seeing fallen Karyan, she rushed towards him. 

She took out her bug from her sleeve. Noticing that Karyan's heart was losing its rhythm, she realised that his blood circulation was slowing down.

"You're not dying, you fucker!" she exclaimed, pressing her hands on his chest as the bug inserted its fangs inside his skin.

The snakes, seeing their master in distress, attacked Reverie. Each one bit her legs, and the cobras attacked her neck and head.

"Aaah! Wake up, your snakes are killing me!" she screamed in pain.

 But as she felt the flow of Karyan's blood through the bug, a hot and burning sensation started to heat up, forcing her to remove herself from Karyan's body. 

It burnt her skin.

"Another element?" Reverie asked, looking at her scar caused by the warmth of his body. "What the heck? Fire?" she exclaimed as she stared at Karyan's skin changing color to red.

Karyan's body was completely covered in flames, starting with blue, then yellow, and finally dark black. 

Reverie watched in shock, not understanding what was happening.

As the flames engulfed Karyan, Reverie felt the venom from the snakes filling her blood. 

She was losing control and didn't know how to handle the situation.

Reverie, who was a practiced blood wielder, focused on the imposter venom coursing through her veins. 

Through her gritted teeth, she extended her finger, using it as a guide to navigate the venom's path within her body. 

She could feel the foreign substance twisting and turning through her bloodstream, causing her immediate discomfort.

Closing her eyes in concentration, Reverie skillfully manipulated the venom, directing it towards her mouth. 

"With precise control, she guided the venom out of her body through her parted lips.

 It slithered out like a dark, malevolent serpent, leaving her feeling drained but relieved to be rid of its toxic influence.

As the last traces of the imposter venom left her, Reverie exhaled deeply, her eyes sparked with both exhaustion and triumph. 

She had successfully expelled the foreign substance from her blood, showcasing her mastery over her unique abilities as a blood wielder.

Karyan's eyelashes twitched as if stirred by an unseen breeze. 

In his state, it felt as though he was caught in a dreamlike trance. 

In the flames that engulfed his body, a voice echoed in his mind, clear and commanding.

"Rise, the fire wielder."