[Day 24] Demonic Dreams

"I had a dream once.

In the ichor of the inky darkness, I was made from extinguished stars in the palms of a demonic presence that smelled of sulfur. Their palms shaped me, igniting me with their fingers until their burning hands clasped to keep me tightly. The light faded from between their knuckles as the darkness loomed once more.

When the demonic being released me softly and held me in their warm hands; I was radiating. Illuminating as bright as the symbol of brimstone on their temple. They had no mouth, but they asked me, 'Sing this song of creation throughout their dreams so that it would ignite them like a matches near a cool candle.' I opened my mouth to sing and felt their eyes gaze at me softly.

I agreed and feared that one day my light would burn out and I could no longer do as I was instructed. I swore at that moment to kindle the light in my throat so that it will never be extinguished. For I will always show pride with what the demon of Sulfur has gifted me."