Fire.

Light, heat, blaze, and smoke. Those are the components of fire. Small pieces to the greatest creation ever invented. Created, for what purpose? For whatever fire's creator designated task was. But the task was always based on perspective, from what angle one viewed upon.

Fire could be the breath of life, filling energy and vigor to all sentient creatures. It could be the hands of creation from which anything and everything was born from. Fire could also be divine light, shining warmth and hope over the darkness of the universe. It can also be the destroyer, burning everything in sight to nothing but embers, leaving only ash in its wake.

But fire, it never changes, transforms, or shifts. Whenever it is called upon, it appears in nothing but its first, truest, and purest form, its original shape. Its alluring and exotic dance; calling all to watch its passionate and sensual performance. And no one tired of it.

Its movements were grace personified. It was so beautiful that it called to family, reaching out and bringing towards the all. The blaze burned away all disputes and brought them closer. The title they gave it… Hearth.

Within the country of Hellas, the people respected the hearth. They gave it offerings and sacrifice, hoping to appeal to it and it grant them peace and love for one another.

So once realizing the hearth's importance, they gave its mistress worship and praise. In times of need, her followers gathered around her hearth and cried out for her interference. They called her…

Hestia, Lady of Hearth.

But Hestia wasn't the only master of fire. In chaotic regions of the void, Allah was there. With fire in his hand, he separated it. From the light, bore the angels, his servants. From the smoke, bore the djinni. And from the blaze, bore shaiyateen.

Creating man from dust, Allah commanded the celestials to prostrate, worship, and love Adam before him. While all beings heeded their master's word, one did not. His name was Iblis.

Unlike his brothers and sisters, he refused Allah's decree. His pride and hubris wouldn't allow him to bow to inferior creatures. To him, Adam was nothing more than a hairless ape his father molded from clay and dust.

What separated him from the angels was his birth, the angels were born from light and sound while he was born of fire. He was meant for higher purposes than to serve Allah's illegitimate bastard.

Unlike the angels, Adam was granted Allah's gift. The gift of choice and decision, free-will. Iblis was enraged by this. The angels were his sons, his daughters, were they so low that they were denied his greatest gift in all of creation? Were they only thought of tools to do his bidding, his children? Even the djinni were granted this most wonderful gift. The answer was no.

Pleading with his brethren to stand by him, a fraction of Heaven and Iblis were banished from the skies. The only logical solution was to tame and master the shaiyateen, whose black and demonic nature coincided the Iblis' pride.

As vengeance against Allah for this injustice, Iblis snuck into Paradise in the form of a serpent and tempted Adam to partake in the forbidden fruit Allah forbade him against. Because of this disobedience, Allah exiled Adam and his children against Paradise for all eternity.

Satisfied with this, Iblis vowed to Allah to whisper into Adam's ear just as much as he did. To tempt man to forsake Allah's prophet's teachings. To give him the option of being his own god.

And so, Iblis' fire burned, it burned in the hearts of all of Adam's descendants. Pushing them to choose the sins born of Pride—of Iblis—then to chose Allah's virtues. With every new generation, the flames of Iblis grew and burned brighter. It turned the Allah's creation—the green and lush valleys and gardens filled with tranquil peace—into a blackened, charred wasteland, where death was the air and smoke filled the skies.

From how similar they wouldn't care to admit, it was only natural that these masters of the flame meet. And from the meeting of the goddess and her fallen angel sparked a love; that was every bit of forbidden as it was decadent.

Passion roared in her ears, as the goddess fought to resist the sensual words of her lover in her ear. It was challenging trying to hold back such intense feelings. She'd heard rumors and legends about the fallen angel's charm, but the legend always seemed bigger than the reality. But ultimately, she relented; allowing him into her bed.

Laying underneath her lover, her chest heaved with every breath. Encircling her arms around his neck, she knew; she'd either regret this or come enjoy this as the greatest moments of her immortal life. And not just because of her lover, but also because the gift he'd given her.

She waited for his gift patiently, focusing only on the time she spent with him. His words, the romance, the pleasure they shared. It all felt euphoric, like the greatest dream that never came true. It was only them two; she wasn't the humble goddess who was content in the background and he wasn't the lying angel took vengeance on his father.

They were simply two flames, dancing, intertwining.

And from the union of those flames came a third. Gentle and alluring like its mother but scorching and destructive like its father.


I've been out of commission because some mild depression. I will return to the Seven-Tailed Fox one day, but the passion of focusing solely on it isn't there, I will finish it just not right. This idea's been rattling around my brain for a minute and wouldn't go away, so I decided... why not?

Word of caution, this will not always coincide with the religious beliefs of some viewers. This story will be inspired of Judeo-Christian-Islamic faiths and mythologies, its in no way something to mock, make fun of, or bash anyone of these faiths/beliefs. This is only mythology, not religion, religious practices, or religious persons. So if you see something that makes you feel some kind of way... ignore it, move on, and/or don't say anything about it. Constructive criticism is welcomed, just no flames.

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