Burn, Burn, Burn.

Burn, Burn, Burn.

“PLEASE, NO! OH GOD, MAKE IT STOP! THE PAIN! OH GOD, IT BURNS!” The man screamed, clawing at his skin and clothes as he tried futilely to escape the burning fire consuming him. His cries for help degenerated into wordless screams of pure pain, unadulterated terror, and soul-tearing agony. It was a matter of mere seconds after that his charred corpse hit the ground, lifeless and smoking. The hulking man looked at his work, and gave his thanks to the stars above him. Then, with a bone sickening crunch, he brought his weapon down upon the corpses back, shattering its bones and ripping the body to shreds.

Hellfire lifted his hammer off of the disgusting mess, satisfied that no one would be able to recognize the mangled remains. He turned on his heel, his heavy fire-proof armor creating deep sinks in the dirt. The shattered door frame easily accommodated the mans size and armor, allowing him to pass outside. Hellfire turned back and looked at the building. “Stars above, let this building burn as brightly as you.” He said, lifting the enormous weapon and pointing the top of the hammer at the building. He twisted his grip and the dark red fire created by his weapon alone engulfed the metal building in seconds. The metal twisted, melted and scorched under the fires power.

The man liked to imagine he was a greater coder than he was. “I can change metal into amazing forms.” He’d say, “I can turn steel into wax, or titanium into wood. With the powers of the stars behind me, the fire dances and sings for me, it burns anything I want it to, it works metal like heat works butter . . . It doesn’t burn me anymore.”

The Judge turned on his heel, leaving the still burning wreckage of the home to the hunger of his coded flames. He was satisfied with his work, he had condemned another four monsters to their fiery fate and destroyed an entire buildings worth of the horrid memories. The disgusting creatures, he thought, “Their memories stain this world black! They deserve every pain I set for them.”

His thick footfalls burned black prints into the ground beneath him, and his body set a black shadow against the life lights of the city. A red blinking sign caught his attention, and Hellfire looked up to see why such a light pervaded the mostly blue and green tinted area. “This is the face of the enemy,” Declared the red propoganda. A picture of a scarecrow like man with a top hat and a bladed arm appeared on the screen for a period, along with the caption “This is our enemy,“ Hellfire looked upon the man passively. Another picture flashed up, this time of a being made entirely of stones. “Our enemy appears in many forms,” the caption declared. Then upon the screen appeared something that made Hellfire look upon the sign with actual interest. It was a heavy built man with thick, soot stained armor. It had a reddish glow, emanating from symbols on the armor in the shape of a robots skull. His helmet had a simple slit where the eyes should be, covered over in a thick silvery plate. An enormous, oversized hammer sat in his thick grip. “Do not approach these monsters,” the caption cried, and Hellfire laughed. So he his alignment was known, eh? Like it matters in his grand scheme. As long as the memories of this world burned, he cared not what he was called.



Another house fell to his fiery verdict, and farther from his field the fire had spread. Unstoppable, unreasoning fire. This is what drove him, what fuels him and what created him.