Master of War and Flame

Having been confined in bed for weeks, Kieran spent every waking day trapped inside the Realm of Self, having a silent staring contest with the dormant corruption of the Flame. 

Its perverse Significance was as eerie as ever, but Kieran had spent this time developing his cunning, devising plans he thought to be gruesome.

To whom… that remained unknown. At some point in this ongoing and perpetual staring contest, Kieran's thoughts careened down the path of broken reason and manic delusion.

What might have sounded insane to others sounded blissful to him. 

'I can do it… A sea of blood. That's what I can drown the Flame in and extinguish its wickedness for good! And it can the stains it has left. I can use the blood of those madmen, too. Ah, I love blood.'

That last thought… was a sentiment that had been growing on him immensely.