Perfect Hell Book 2

Her mother had changed the entire world and made excruciating sacrifices. Today, she lived in a utopian peace where beauty and creativity reined and Pheonix was free of worry and fear....But, wow. She was so freakin bored.
Her mother's heavy mantle had been slipping onto her shoulders since she was young and she did her duty just as she had been taught. She pushed the fire from her chest and sent it questing into the morning light every day. It made her hard.
Nixie was taught to close herself off from the horror that happened on the other end of the serpentine tongues of flame, but she knew. The avenging fire mercilessly stripped the flesh off the bones of any person, anywhere in the world, that dared commit a heinous crime.
But in 20 years without evil, people had become complacent and disgustingly bright and cheerful....it was gross.
Jamming her fists into her jeans with a scowl, she pushed through the crowds, a dot of black in a sea of cheerful colors. Making it NOT boring was gonna be her next mission 'cause this sucked.