Fire

Fire

The fires continued to rip away at his flesh, his very bones were charred and black as powder. His screams were furious and unrelenting, the dying calls of a madman. His body convulsed as his vision was assaulted by the dancing flames. They mocked him. They tormented him as his body fell numb to the pain. He was nearly gone now blinded by fire and burnt by its insatiable hunger for more, its touch tearing away at his very soul.

Any tears he might have shed were gone within the instant as the inferno grew all around him. The only thing his failing eyes could see were the flames. The fire, the hands of Satan. All were gone, everyone, everything. His world had been consumed by it, destroyed by it, the very land erased by the supernatural fire.

Orange-red light surrounded him. Nothing more to do than give in. He had tried. He had failed. End it. He screamed with all his might. His yells came from his hatred for himself and frustration.

He had failed his people, those that looked up to him, those that had wanted only to live out their lives knowing he would protect them from the fire. He had been the guiding light that had led them to death.

His body burned, the flames would soon completely destroy him, he would be no more. The god of molten flame, killed by his own essence.