One hour after Warzone
[James leans back against the front door of his home, sweat still drenching him from his previous match as he stares at a small lighter in his hands]“I used to fear the flame.”
[He flicks it open, illuminating the area around him as the flame flickers]“Transfixed by the brilliant fire, at first I was scared of the hold it had on me. The never ending desire to see it explode the darkness into light, to feel the warm radiating around me. And then I was terrified because I saw how dangerous the slightest flicker could be.
But that fear eventually faded. As I faced the terrors of the darkness, the heat and the flame became like an old friend, a blanket of pain to wrap myself within to guide my way through the worst of Arcadia. Even the agonizing scars were merely a fleshy reminder of the path that was meant to be illuminated in front of me.”
[Destructo stands up, waving the lighter close to the ground as it shines the spilled trail of gas, left over by the Disciples of Christ.“And then you came to my home and reminded me of how dangerous that flame can be.”
“If I hadn’t composed myself, if I hadn’t been fast enough, if you’d come when I wasn’t here, the last memories I have would have burnt to ash in an instant. All because some self righteous fuckbag can’t take no for an answer.”
[Destructo smirks]“You made two mistakes Graves, one was obviously not coming yourself and sending your little minions, but the second was using that fire. Because men like you might shy away from the flames, might hide from it’s illuminating grace but Destructo was created in the heat. I was born and moulded in the heart of the inferno and all that fire did was wake up something yall wish died with the Burned Man.”
[Destructo grabs one of the fallen torches, lighting it up as he swings it in his hand, the flames passing by his arms multiple times]“Funny thing is I was never coming for you Graves. All I wanted was Nox’s head on a fucking pike, and fuck everyone else but this little stint with your alterboys has lit a fire within that I thought was long since extinguished. One where I can’t stand an evil asshole like you hiding away in the darkness for a second longer.”
“The fire doesn’t bother me Graves but I think you’ll end up terrified of it. Because a wooden shack might burn quite well, I wonder how quickly a church can be set ablaze?
I wonder how fast your little alterboys will scream and run in terror from the inferno coming for your soul.
I wonder how quickly your god will abandon you when I drag you to Hades with a smile on my fucking face.”
[Destructo clasps his hand on the torch, snuffing it with a smile on his face]“You gave birth to this Phoenix Reverend, now it’s going to enjoy burning you alive”