Little angel go away, come again another day...
He smiled, "Warlocks are born of magic, we don't do fake." He smiled, a slight glint of evil in his eyes. He lifted both hands and the ball grew, then he threw it into the air and the trees were alight. They glowed with blue flames, the burning all around them, yet the trees were not consumed. The fires burned and grew, they lit up the night sky, the vaporized into the air. moments later the sky lit up with the finest Aurora Borealis streaming like ribbons through the sky. Hues of blue and purple flittered with hints of pink. With the stars as a back drop it was a sight to behold. He looked down at her and smiled.
"Now does the cheesy fake stuff light up the night sky?"
The colors exploded and rained down like tiny falling stars shimmering like diamonds and disappearing before they hit the ground.
The devil has my ear today, I'll never hear a word you say...