Fear Me

Kael's laughter grated against my ears, shrill and maniacal, even as flames engulfed him. My fire—an inferno hot enough to reduce steel to vapor—licked at his body, devouring flesh and bone alike. But it wasn't enough.

Not yet.

His twisted, disfigured form writhed within the blaze, tendrils of his mutated flesh snapping out wildly, desperate to pull himself free. Patches of blackened skin bubbled and melted away, only to reform moments later, thicker, stronger, more grotesque.

"Is that all you've got?" he wheezed, his voice warping as his throat twisted into something alien. His body expanded grotesquely, spindly arms elongating, claw-like appendages sprouting from his hunched frame. "This is nothing, Nathan! NOTHING!"