Fear was all you knew as you were tied to the stake, your eyes wide in terror as the cultists began to chant. The one in the center stepped closer, lighter in hand. The cultist crouched and set fire to the wood at your feet, and the fire began to spread.

The fire grew higher and higher as the cultists’ chants grew louder and more chaotic, burning and stinging with pain you had never known. And then- the flames began to form.

The demon was here. Bael, demon of fire.