The Saint of the Night

Somewhere in the middle of the desert, a small fire with comically big eyes shivered and shuddered.

"...No."

It whispered in terror, having seen something nobody dared to show since its creation.

This human, this deranged and perverted human, had done the unthinkable. 

The flame had not just seen his member, it had seen the monster and its greatness.

And it trembled, shivering in fear and horror.

"What the hell are you doing? Put that away! Put that away!"

It pleaded. The poor flame had no arms to cover its eyes, unable to shield itself from this monstrous view.

All the godly energy that once emitted from the fire was gone, replaced with disgust and fear of the unknown.

It had heard about this forbidden weapon from legends and the memories of the beings it turned into Night Shades, knowing what it was capable of.

Heck, it even knew about this particular monster and its capabilities from the girl called Alice.