The Fall of the Dieties - Smothering the Flame

There was no moisture on his tongue to wet his parched lips nor was there anymore sweet to cool his sand-colored body, but the God of Fire preferred no other situation. He thrived when others felt misery. He smiled when the world frowned. He laughed when the mighty fell.

And he had seen a great many fall.

His environment was an outer display of the anger and torment that existed within. Flames rose and fell with his breathing, greedily licking the base and zeniths of the towering pillars of brimstone that created the semi-circle in which he stood. The soil here was never soil for it had never felt the yielding comfort of a good day’s rain. Instead, it formed clouds when the hooves scraped its surface and these clouds reached like grasping fingers to clutch at one’s breath. The Temple of Ruby was a miserable place for a miserable deity.

The God of Fire had a one-tracked mind and that track led straight to the Temple of Sapphire where his enemies, the wielders of Water, gathered in order to give praise to their goddess, Courant. Kicking a mount of dusty soil, he cursed loudly as the cloud formed around him. From what the rumors had been saying, Courant’s Guardian had returned to Hoof Prince and Paduan knew that Sirenne was one of the most respected and fear equines in the world. Though his own Guardian still had quite a reputation, he could not help but feel bitter over the legacies of Rapier, Gobardon, and Sirenne.

Cocksuckers, he mumbled to himself as the heat from his Temple blurred his vision and his hooves struck out toward the towering brimstone. All of them…cocksuckers..

His brow furrowed as a horse-like figure blended in with the bleak surroundings. The blurred image disappeared and reappeared in uneven intervals, causing the deity to stop his ravings long enough to take a concentrated look at the figure.

If you ask for one favor, I will melt your head to your ass, he yelled at the approaching figure, but the figure continued toward him in a steady march. It seemed unnerved by the demands of an immortal.

I mean it, bitch, he said, not quite certain if the figure was female, but very certain that he did not care about offending anyone. I have better things to do than to be your therapist.

The figure stopped and stared silently at Paduan, still not saying a word. Paduan gritted his teeth, annoyed with the disturbance for he would have much rather continued in his paced musings. I want your name, residence, and time that you sleep so that I can personally fuck you up in your sleep.

Still the figure said nothing.

Paduan moved closer, the air around him becoming hotter. I mean it. Get out of my sight. Your ass is brass.

The figure said nothing.

Don’t make me-, but Paduan never finished his threat for, at that very moment, a vibrant blue beam shot from the strange figure and struck him dead center on his chest. His eyes widened in surprise as the blue began to cover his body, freezing him where he stood.

His mouth moved in silence as the ice stopped his heart and any onlooker would have sworn that Courant’s name was on his lips.