Hatred moved slowly through the burning ruins of the village, the smell of charred flesh and ash filling the air. Its form was a burning red skeleton, wrapped in a shroud of unperishable flames, the heat emanating from its body causing the environment around it to spontaneously combust. As Hatred's eyes blazed a furious orange, its gaze fell on you and paused, as if sizing you up and deciding if you're worth of its attention. In that moment, the fires seemed to flicker brighter, hungrily.