Flames shot into the air, consuming the breathable oxygen within a twenty foot radius of the conflagration. Attendants placed more timber into the fire pit, bending low in an effort to avoid losing the hair on their hands and arms. The aged wood fed the roaring heat, increasing its hunger instead of satiating it.
The red, orange and purple blaze twisted and danced, until the energy formed a demon with finger tips that stretched to the stars. In unexpected ferocity, the fire fiend reached out and snatched an acolyte to its breast, consuming him in a shriek of agony and pain. The unwilling sacrifice melted and congealed, calming the soul of the inferno.
Update 4/10/08: This was inspired by my brother who can't get enough wood in the firepit to satisfy his boyish heart.
Thank you all for your wonderful comments. This is part of a short story which I will be submitting to the WD writing contest in May.
I will be adding an installment to Divine Death this weekend.
And I updated my reading list on the sidebar to the right there.