'I told you it would burn...'

Got it colored in colored pencil I plan to eventually get this digitally colored, but for now this is good. Hard to shade when you only have maybe two pencils for one color...

This is a scene from the rewrite of my most popular fanfic, Fire Dreams and Twilight. (Shameles plug! [link]) The story is old so I am slowly working on rewriting/reworking the plot. As is I have 1 chapter done out of 23--Great progress, huh?

The background is referenced from: [link] but I was too lazy to keep it up so I ended up improvising about the colors and stuff

Scene(From the rewrite):

As soon as they neared the iron gate, Vincent paused and turned back toward the looming building. The sound that caught his attention came again, the muffled sound of materia discharging. He didn’t have to wait long for its effects, a flickering red light could now be seen from between the boarded up windows of the ShinRa mansion. Vincent’s sharp senses caught a faint roaring noise just before the entire place burst into flames, the smell of smoke and mako filling his nostrils—materia worked much faster than normal fires.

He hadn’t actually believed the child when he said it would burn. What would a kid do? What could a kid do? He felt strangely empty as the fire flared, not even a sense of satisfaction. That place was a den of nightmares, a place that many people had died in. It was a place that had witnessed the most inhumane acts even possible and some that weren’t, all in the name of science. The human Vincent Valentine had died in that place, and the demon had expected to follow. He should have followed. Twenty years without food, drink, or movement, would’ve killed even the hardiest monster, yet he was still alive.

He hated Hojo, hated everything that the man stood for, everything he represented. That man had taken the one Vincent loved, taken his life, taken his humanity, and even took away his ability to die a natural death. Vincent heard a small voice in the back of his mind, urging him to go back into the building, to burn with the mansion and erase one more thing the scientist left behind from the world. He took one-step forward but was stopped by the weight in his arms. He looked down to see unruly spikes falling around a pale face, shining almost golden in the firelight. Those same glinting blue eyes stared up at him, wide and childlike, but also strangely focused. The strange depths spoke of many more years than his young stature suggested.

“I told you it would burn. Didn’t I?”

“Yes.” Vincent turned away, his back to the building that had been his own personal hell for the past twenty years. “Yes you did.”