Omar was the beat of Nathaniel's heart. Now that they were apart. It felt like he was losing his mind.
Looking into the darkling's eyes, he would be complete. It was all that he asked for of his days and nights. Even that seemed too much seeing as how the universe answered the prayers of his enemies and denied him his wish.
Staring at the empty sky was the only distraction he had. Without the moon and the stars, he was free to design whatever he wanted in the vast sky.
His imagination ran wild with the only element he favored, fire.
A flame appeared in the dark clouds, dancing around happily over the souls of his enemies. Waiting for him to lose control so that it could let loose on them and reduce his enemies to ashes.
Nathaniel controlled the flame. Ensuring thar it didn't grow too big to burn everyone to the ground and it wasn't too little to cause no fear to them.