Daeva, Conceptual Weapon

"There are no innocents."
Beyond the horizon 'tween real and unreal, something arose. An idea, sharpened into a weapon, dragged into the world by a single, consuming desire.
"Burn.
Burn down my daughter's murderers.
Burn down these Islands.
Burn down this entire Ocean."
The weapon asked: "What is my name?"
And Cordelia answered:
"Daeva."