Nervous. She felt nervous at the fact that her image was picking at the dual meaning of her name. She always hated was her name meant. She wasn't a fire. She was not cruel and conniving like a demon, she never preyed on those who could have been where she was. Nor was she someone's saving grace, especially not the way she wished for one so desperately at the time. She had no desire to be any of those things either. All she wanted was to skate by through life, live quietly and unnoticeably. Celosia casted her eyes down to the floor, chewing on her bottom lip in thought.
A dark, mocking laughter filled the air. "So naive. You think you can just be a nobody, draw no attention to yourself and hope that the world forgets you." Her voice cut through the air, quietly, filled with an acidic hate that made Celosia flinch and shift away slightly. "You aren't that much of a fool. You know what they did to you. What they continued to do to you. Every name, every lie, hit and miserable day they forced you through. You know that they would never let you have your wish. Because why would anyone care about what a spineless, coward who is to timid to even stand up to the  horrible cows that broke us when we were already so far down would think?"
"Stop. You are not real! I have no reason to listen to you. You're a hallucination, that's all!" Celosia screamed at the cold glass.
"Silence! I am no hallucination. I am the being that has dwelled within your mind, waiting for the moment to be called upon. I am Arioch, demon of Vengence and you." At this, Arioch walked as close to the glass as possible, pressing her palms against the surface, sneering when she could only push the tips of her fingers through the barrier. "You would do well to remember who I am. I was the one who kept you sane through every thing. I was the one who hardened your will when you would break down crying, sniveling to a higher deity to save you from those lowly humans. I watched as they beat and burned your body, and now I have heard your cries for the final time. I shall do what I was called for. I shall seek vengeance on those who have wronged my current host. None shall be safe from the fire's of hell, the Harpies Fury, the rage of a vengeful God that can only be sated by the cries of agony and despair, the bloodied mutilated bodies of my enimies. And you."

Arioch's feminine appearance melted away, flesh and blood sizzling as it fell away as the body that once stood in its place grew taller, more defined than the 5'4 female that it once imitated. Hair as black as ink, replaced the long brown tresses that was in its place previously. Skin the tawny shade that resembled a lion formed over the sinew that held the form of a tall man. Smoke gathered around the body to form black trousers, a dark red button down underneath a black vest. A single button double closure black cutaway tailcoat draped across his shoulders. Eyes as red as fresh blood gazed back at her with a fire that knew no end. Arioch's lips turned up at the corners for a split moment, taking pleasure in the bewildered and slighted scared expression of the girl that stood on the other side of his gateway. Once more he tried to press through the acursed mirrors surface only to be irritated that it once again barred him entrance. Arioch then focused his gaze to lock with Celosia's, his voice low, a silken promise of pain and suffering mixed with the vow of a chained freedom.
"When all are gone. When every wrong toward you has been punished, I will come for you. You, the sinner, who has tried to cast their soul away to escape human pain."

She frowned, a chill settling deep into her bones once she read those three words only growing colder as Arioch's speech flooded her ears, lulled by the raspy voice, glowing eyes and poisoned silk that was being contracted at the very moment. As soon as he spoke the final vow, a fire crawled through her veins, traveling at an alarming pace toward her heart. Gritting her teeth, she refused to scream as she clawed at her skin, trying to take the pain away, falling and flailing on the ground once it reached its target. Ink spiraled across her skin, the image of smokey chains linked to the skin over her heart seared the final moments that bound the contract.

"W-what, did y-you do!" she gasped out in a stunned rage. Arioch's image rippled along the mirror, imitaing a stone being dropped onto the still planes of a pond. When the ripples ceased, Celosia's female image was once again present, a wide smirk on it's face.
"I see no reason to tell you. Seeing as you already know even if you do not know it." was the cryptic answer that she received.

Clenching her hands into fists, she focused on anger. She wanted to make herself angry enough to get rid of the fear that her glass bound twin's words had carved into her heart before whatever this all was that just happened. She was growing tired of him within the short time she knew of his excistence. Slowly crawling to stand on her feet, she glared as Arioch's figure danced fluidly inside the mirror as she reared her fist back and shot it forward as hard as she could, throwing her weight into it with a strangled scream of anger.
The sound of shattering glass filled the air as the sharp blades danced through the air for a split second before twirling toward the ground. A mocking laugh sounded throughout the room, mixing with the raggedy panting of a girl clutching her bleeding hand, fear, anger and confusion clear as she glared at the figure that continued to dance within the shards.