Pyro.

She was a warrior. She didn't bow down to anyone. Everything she owned she brought. Nothing made her feel as though she was below anything. She was a queen. Her name was Pyro.

An Egyptian Goddess, she was. Beautiful cocoa skin with thick all black eye liner and long luscious African hair. Her beauty resonated with everyone. No one could ignore her. However, her problem wasn't with the ordinary people, it was with a man. A man who she loved so dearly.

She would fall in love with this chosen man. He would be intelligently created to her unique disposition. With this divine beauty he would somehow misuse it. Somehow, he would be capable of hurting Pyro. This is forbidden.

Skyscrapers all over America don't reach the height of trouble this man would be in. The trouble he faced would be deadly and leaving him ablaze. Ablaze, as in sauntered by fire. Fire would have walked through his flesh and soul, she would burn him alive for his evil deeds towards her.

He would be burnt and never found.