Member-only story
My Fire Burns Bright
The flames devour and destroy, but they also renew and reinvigorate. To preserve, one must also exterminate.
Content Warning: Bad things happen below.The flames lept and danced, pirouetting from one virgin page to the next. It was mesmerizing, this dance of salvation. Only from the flames will we find salvation. Only the cleansing fire can save us from the evils found within the degenerate minds of the masses. The reds and yellows and oranges of our beautiful god of fire leap amongst the pages of the sacrileges we have found. It devours the sins found on the pages. It purges the abominations from our view, leaving only ash behind.
I feel the fire. I feel its dance. The fire calls to me. The fire demands payment. We must purge the evil from this world, and fire demands payment. Payment not just in gasoline. Not just in the filthy, filthy words printed on those pages. The fire demands payment in flesh. In blood.
The fire demands we surrender to its all-engulfing inferno. Simple books and magazines will not satisfy the fire. Our fire. My fire.
My fire calls to me. Demands my love. Demands my sacrifice. I watch the flames dance, and I know only in the fire is there truth. The flame does not care about the evil words in these awful…
