Sinfilo

You find yourself strolling through a vast expanse of grey desert, the crunching of the sand as you move forward echoes through your ears, the only sound present; the breath coming out of your mouth, the only visible cue of the true coldness of this place. As you wrap your arms tighter around your body to try and fight the unforgiving cold, a faint smell reaches you.

It is a smell you remember, a smell that you have sensed before many times in your life, you feel. Your nose welcomes it despite how your eyes try to drive it away with tears, this smell that seems familiar but agressive, it’s strong and acidic, and it envelopes your insides untill you can taste it in you throat to the point that you have to fight for clean air.

It’s the smell of dark smoke, cyanide and fire.

And then through wet eyes you percieve a shine in the distance, an orange glimmer that becomes thinner and clearer, turning white as a star and then, blue.

And suddenly she’s in front of you, just only a few meters away, looming down with eyes fiery with rage, but a face calm and stern, like a mother catching her unruly offspring in a place that they shouldn’t be in. The muscles going down her body are barely noticeable, only visible due to the moving light of the flames inside her collar, there’s not a single pore, scale, scar or spike in her entire body, and yet her entire presence is of menacing royalty.

Enveloped in opressing blue, she opens her mouth, the air becomes warmer as she demands of you.

-"You dare to slither your disgusting flesh into my domain? To bring your miserable existente to ME? Can you even comprehend how insulting your mere presence is here?"

The chilling cold suddenly becomes as hot as the surface of the sun. You can feel it emanating from her despite not having moved a single muscle. Her silky skin radiating agressively with the reflected light of her own fire outsider and within. A fire that is blue.

-"I can tell that you’ve stumbled here by your own stupidity", she says as you stumble backwards covering your eyes from the light and heat, -"You never planned to find me, you probably didn’t even know I lived, and I can tell that you don’t have the guts to stay here much longer."

She lifts your chin with the palm of her hand, is like skin of a newborn.

-"Run away from here, worm, or I will char every speck of your body untill even your bones become one with the Earth!"

With that she pushes you back with just the tip of her claw, the small mark it leaves stings more than putting your face inside a working oven, if only for just a moment. The single drop of blood mixes with the gallons of sweat that run your body, you fight the dizzynes and a horrible headache as you turn back and run the opposite way, too dehidrated to process the fear you felt seconds ago.

And as you fall on your face and taste the sand, and as you stumble up again and run knowing that she’s still looking at you, and as she keeps rising the temperature like trying to humilliate the core of the World, the taste in your mouth brings you back to reality from this feverly trance, and you keep running ignoring the twist in your gut and the palpitations in your sweaty head.

The desert where the blue demon resides is not made of sand.

It is made of ash.





April 1 scroll: Watch your step of you visit the Volcanic Vents