A few week’s ago the forest you had grown up with had burned Down. You had decided to explore it, the grass was Black and hard, the tree’s were literal coal, when you tried to touch them they scrumbled away. Behind you, you heard footstep’s, you turned around. A Black figure with burning eye’s, flaming hair and a Long Black tail with a fire at the tip aproached you.

Demon: “Loking for somethin’, sugar?”