Goddess Dimuka waved her hand over the pot of rice pudding to chase away the flies buzzing around and sighed once more. It was uncharacteristically hot for that season. Last month, the people of the eastern kingdom almost drowned in a catastrophic flood; this month, they prayed for nothing but rain. Extremes of weather were not uncommon for this part of the land, but it was particularly dire this year.
Puru was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed relishing another bowl of the pudding. Since he decided to stay behind and assist with the renovation of the temple and building Yaman's faction, he had not touched a human. But fire demons were known to have a tremendous appetite. Dimuka would let Puru consume almost all of the daily offerings from the devotees, save for what little she and her servant Nandi needed to feed on. But it was not enough. Puru required more, and so did Dimuka.