Noelle threw each document one by one into the fire, each paper instantly igniting into a blaze. She closed her eyes as the scent burnt parchment reached her nose.
"Alhahz wouldn’t have wanted this," Noelle remembered saying.
Fasad narrowed his eyes at Noelle, a smirk forming on his fat and pockmarked face.
"The old man’s dead. His estate and affairs are to be distributed amongst House Rashid. I don’t know why you’re complaining, you’re getting a hefty portion."
Noelle slammed her fists against the table, a fiery growl escaping her lips. She stomped toward Fasad, her face invading the personal space of his.
"You may be my brother but you are fucking slime. There is reason why Alhahz chose me over you for the studies."
The man burst out in hearty laughter, his belly bouncing up with each guffaw.
"Little Rashida, what have you learned from the old man? This so-called ‘knowledge’ and ‘insight’ he deemed right to pass down to you? That is old world thinking, it won’t get House Rashid far under those philosophies,"
"It is old money, Fasad! It is not yours, you never worked a day for your inheritance like I have!" Noelle’s voice cracks as it is raised, "Grandfather wanted the money to invest in knowledge and studies, not petty noble bullshit and lavish lifestyles."
Fasad’s laughter roared through the room.
"Is that why you fucked that crazy professor you studied under? The one who killed Adelaide? Wasn’t he the one who taught you the dark arts and that necromancer shit? Was that all in the sake of knowledge?"
Noelle’s eyes began to glow green; the mark of Grenth gradually appearing on her face. She quickly drew her left arm back, throwing a punch across the fat man’s face. His face bled from the open gash from the rings she wore.
"Guards! Send this petty slut away. I grow tired of her presence."
The woman drew back her head and spit in Fasad’s face as two ministry guards came to hold her back. They slowly carried her to the exit.
"Souls don’t let down too easily, Fasad! You simply cannot deny one’s final wishes without getting away with it!" Noelle shrieked as she was thrown out of the manor.
The papers were now a collection of ash, mere remnants of what meaning and officialism they had stood for when they were intact. Noelle opened her eyes, the icy grey of her pupils fixed on the fireplace.
"I should have killed him when I had the chance…"
"… Then you’re no stranger to being burned."