The Lover Of Brains
Cyan knew he was in hell.
But it didn't make any sense. All his life, he had tried to be a good man...to help others, and not be corrupted by money. Then why was he burning?
Flames were wrapping around him as he sat like a chicken in an oven, the inferno scorching his hair and making his body sweat like a football player. His heart was racing like he had just finished a marathon. All about him, he could see sparks flying about, and the smell of meat being barbecued permeated the area.
Cyan squirmed, and some of the flames diminished, though he felt they had just moved away when he regained consciousness.
'Ignis, are you there?' He mumbled.
There was a heavy grating sound and a face loomed over him. Cyan held in a shout as the red eyes stared into his, the snout letting out little fumes of smoke, vanishing a little distance away from the nostrils. He realized the proximity had set his body and fire and the ash was stinging his eyes and throat.