Whom Nigel is going to vaporize, no matter how powerful he is :3
The man grinned as Nigel made his way into his room, his silver hair giving him quite a stand-out look from where he was sitting. Dressed in an immaculate set of white tux and black shoes, the man stood up as his guest finally arrived, a calm smile on his rugged face. Beside him was an iron cage and inside, Arlia hung limp, helpless, naked and chained. She appeared to be very weak as she struggled to lift her head, her eyes wide with hope as she caught the familiar silver hue dashing into the room. "Salve, signor Howland. Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to visit," he greeted him with a calm disposition, hiding his dark glee as he watched Arlia struggle to speak up. "I will not waste your time then. I'm sure you're here to see my dearly figlia. You see, she has been misbehaving very badly, so I merely ran down on the family rules once again and gave her a strong discipline." Opening the door to the metal cage, his smile broke into a grin as he watched her squirm as he approached her immobilized body. He chuckled softly as he began to run his hand along her naked back and down her rear before slipping it along her crotch, right in front of Nigel's full view.
Nigel, clad in black jeans, shoes, shirt, and a black overcoat, strode into the large, ornate room, his eyes fixed on the man in the white tux before him, hatred and fury burning in his dark blue eyes. His gaze flickers over to Arlia, but, sensing movement from the man who claims to be her father, his attention darts back to him as he walks toward her. Already knowing what was going to happen, he says, "If you touch her, I swear, I'll--" He was too late. He watched in disgust as the man runs his hand along her body and eventually to the one spot no one but the mans he loves should ever even see. Something inside of him snaps and, black fire engulfing his body, Nigel sprints forward, his hand closing around the man's throat. The fire on his body, dark enough that shadow seems to cling to him as the flames absorb the light around him, begins to focus on his arm as he says, "Burn in my hellfire, bastard."