(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

He twisted in the air, ecstasy boiling in his eyes. The flames embraced his
flesh when it would've eaten away anything else, and the heat rolled off of
him in waves. He may have been angelic once, a deva in the heart of a sun,
but what remained was skeletal, scarred with the elements.
I was afraid.
I tilted the decanter over the grill and began to pour. A small stream of
ice-blue water poured from the lips of the decanter, and touched the flames
of the grill with a violent hissing and a rush of steam... the heavy wisps
curled lazily, and then, all of a sudden, as if in response to this challenge the
decanter lunged forward, ripping itself free from my grasp.
My hands flung forward, fingertips grazing the glass in a futile attempt to
catch it as it fell onto the grill and shattered.
"By the hells... ?!"
Hissing billows of steam and a furious crackling noise rushed from the grill,
spilling over me and forcing me to cover my ears and turn away... there was
a keening, a cackling, a terrible sound like a hundred buildings burning,
people screaming, their cries being cut short by the roar of flame and
melting flesh...
As I put my hands over my ears to block out the sound, I met a stickiness on
my hands, like hot cheese or candle wax... my ears were bleeding from the
sound! I drew my hands back, to see them covered with chunks of melted
flesh filled with bloody swirls...
I was vaguely aware of the screams surrounding me, the clatter of chairs and
mugs tumbling to the floor. There was the laughter of the fiends in the bar,
the terrified groans of the drunkards. In some corner a sod must've soiled
himself, and he wasn't even standing in the heart of the firestorm.
I was about to run from the bar, do anything to get away from the sound,
when suddenly all fell silent, except for a jagged crackling coming from the
warped grill. I turned -- on the grill lay the Decanter of Endless Water, now
nothing but shards and steam. Above it was the creature, flames still trailing
from its body, floating over the bar's floor. It was staring at me, its eyes
flickering like two torches, and with it came the spark of recollection…
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