Zain
Truly he did not know if the girl would come through as he leapt from the slate ledge. Did he believe in her? No, not really. It was all a facade to bring about her own belief in herself. If she should fail, then he had his God on his side to pull him back to this harsh world. Upon his return he would abandon his pursuit of her. The undead thing had little patience for nonperformance. But, if she should succeed, he would gain so much more than she would.
So he casts his grotesque self from the top of the plateau. His dreadlock mane and tail flail about, entangling even more as his large frame begins to fall. Screams come from where he had left, his daughters no doubt.
It is then that he feels the warmth of her flames around him. A devious grin plasters across his face as they continue to fall. It wasn't a huge drop, enough for dramatic effect and enough to kill if one landed wrong.
The heat around him intensifies and soon they are engulfed in a blazing fire that softens their collide with the dusty ground. The undead thing was immune to the effects of flame and heat alike, causing not a sinched hair on what was left of it. He smiles a demonic smile and looks to her with red glowing orbs, "See. I knew you could do it."
Rising from the flames he stands looking down upon the child. She begins to lift, her fire congregating at her sides in new uniformity. There is a new confidence in the way she stands looking at him before turning her own eyes to the flame of her body. "You look radiant My Child," he says with a kind of softness. His words stoking her ego and building her up for his own selfishness.
She beams and he turns his eyes to the setting sun, "Time for the nightly patrol. Would you care to join me daughter?" He gives a moments pause then nods his head as she gleefully agrees before turning to the northern border...
Possesses health transference
and may steal your health.