6) Angel

They called her an angel whenever she appeared.

She knew it was for the wings that had manifested on her back when she had been reborn. It was… logical enough, she supposed. They were mostly white, feathery, a picture of innocence. She despised them. She wasn’t… sure why, entirely. It was difficult to remember, and she didn’t want to. Mostly. Sometimes ancient emotions tugged at her, trying to dredge up deeds long past.

She didn’t hate the wings for what they conveyed to others, at least, she didn’t think so.

She liked being an angel to them, being a savior, a protector…

It wasn’t easy, to get in the way of her god, her Creator… But she had known the pain of fire, she had wielded its violence once upon a time…

She didn’t want to see more destroyed by it.

She couldn’t be everywhere, of course. Every day in Ignis brought new kipitins.

But she could save some people. She could be an angel and a protector to them, to let them have their natural lives.

It made her death worth it to her, at least.

The chance to save others from the same fate she had suffered made it all worth it - even the angel wings that she hated.