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The girl brought her into a neighbourhood where the building didn't reach much higher then ground level. Terraced houses and squarish soulless buildings lined the streets, and both of them skipped past brick chimneys and tiled roofs to get to their final destination. The building itself was... Non-existent. It looked like a billion other buildings in this area, all corrugated iron and and 50's concrete. The only distinguishing feature it had was the hole in the roof, with the boulders this girl had obviously put down.  

Violetta landed on the edge of the roof, and brought out her flame machine. The air around her arm went all greasy and slick with magical energy, and then the magical weapon appeared, all around her arm like a metal glove. She gave it an experimental squeeze. The liquid shot out, easily reaching inside the circle and setting lichen on fire. She frowned, and using her free hand, patted around for her soul gem. It was black. Violetta grimaced for a moment, and fished in a pocket for a grief seed, picking it up in the same hand she held the gem in. She felt her soul getting purified, like a large weight around your neck being suddenly lifted, and the fire grow larger and hotter in return. She stepped into the little circle on the ground, barely even registering it, and pointed the nozzle at the rocks and debris in the hole. 

She briefly thought about turning her nozzle to the side, and hitting the purple traitor with her fire. It would've been so cleansing, to remove the dirty rotten pieces of driftwood this city needed to become a pure and righteous place again, to take out the trash left behind and carry on with her plan to make this city great. She finally gave in to the temptation, twisting her hand those few degrees to the side and dousing the poor girl in magical napalm. She'd never admit this later, but she laughed.