[Private thread for Everything Burns event]

The air was acrid, hot with smoke as the stars fell to earth, deafening explosions shaking the city, and above it all was the Goddess who burned and consumed all stood at the highest point in the city, watching the world burn.  . So many had died, so many had fed her and she hungered for more, the beast pushed her to consume more. The sun was gone, blacked out but a thick cloud of ash, the flames of countless fires creating an unearthly glow that stretched as far as the eye could see. Yet, as the world fell to hell, she looked the image of dark beauty, an elegant black gown hugging gracious curves, raven hair loose and blowing in the backdraft of the heat, and a smile playing over her features.

True, the screams were unsettling, and now and again someone cried out for mercy, but the Goddess did not care. Her hunger seemed to grow, pressing upon her as she pushed her blazing aura out and into the surrounding areas, laughing as a herd of deer was consumed in the wash of her power. They were but a few of the lives that would be lost in this feeding frenzy, but she needed them. She needed their souls, for no man woman or child would prevent her from becoming what she needed to be.

Rhylana was drunk on power. Upon coming to these lands, she had been thrown from the portal with her son to the ravages of this world. The woman had been a deity, the embodiment of fire, but something had changed. She had landed in the jungle where another like her had lived, the goddess of destruction. Starving, her beast had pushed her forward to consume her counterpart, filling her with the all-consuming desire to destroy, the fire in her heart feeding into it.

It was an intoxicating feeling.

A maniacal laughed passed the goddess’s lips, echoing through the city as more bereaved souls found their way into her being. Damning them to forfeit their eternity with their god’s paradise as mere fuel to Rhylana. Prior to these times, she had required one soul every three or so days to survive, a form of vampirism as it were. The power that she often used as a deity diminishing that faster than she could replenish. For too long Rhylana had neglected the needs of her beast, and it spread through Canelux now with the full breadth of her power. The world was hers, and anywhere there was a flame, she could harvest the soul of any nearby.

It was a veritable buffet, and no one would stop her.