This is an very random and badly written story! But I just wanted to give a little space for the new character I designed, namely Serakh, the God of Fire. I hope you will enjoy both of these submissions, even though one is so hastily done that I am feeling embarrased and tired! xD

Link the the related submission: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/127.....che=1392224156
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Since the beginning of the universe, heat has played a part in its creation. Heat formed the stars, expanded planets and brought flame to the first seeds of life. But what if heat could have an identity?
Since the first spark of life in the smouldering and forming planet that was to be known as Earth, Spark formed inside it. Over the aeons it laid low, gathering essence around it, like a fire kindling itself anew. Overtime it took form into something so primordial and reality bending, that the laws of the universe raged against it. Still, the Spark existed.

The Spark epitomized heat and this was expressed by the molten core beating in its chest, instead of an heart. Instead of scales, its skin was formed from cooling magma. Obsidian bones formed as an makeshift skeleton, supporting the mind defying weight of the forming element. The Spark had time, but once complete, it longed to see what was outside.

Surging through the streams of molten rock, it burst through the layers of ground to cry out like an newborn once wind graced its hellish form. Such space was unknown to it, but opening its eyes for the first time, it saw only disappointed. The sky was a rolling tempest of storm clouds, the ground petrified from the gigantic pyroclastic cloud heralding its arrival. It saw thousands of ashen forms around it, primordial serpents its looks, but frozen in mid death. It realized its mistake. Its birth had caused a whole species to die out. The ground had been gentle to it, but outside it was more fragile. Empty. How could anything live in a world like that? In its mourning, it glimpsed the ray of light piercing through the sky. Something warm, powerful, but not like the molten earth. Through the clouds it saw the sun and it new now why love the outside world. Unable to reach it, the Spark retreated back into the earth, but now left a mountain over top of it, wanting to stay as close as possible to the sun which it had grown to love in an instant.

It didn’t take long for it to find out that it wasn’t alone in this world. A figure gave it an visit some dark day, a creature of shining brilliance that it even eclipsed the Sparks heat. It introduced itself as Horeth, God of the Sun. The Spark was dismayed by this display of power and the arrogance behind it. But it ached him more to know that someone else had claimed the warm sun before he had the chance. Tempting to strike the creature down, Horeths brilliant light blinded it and forced it to cover before it, the Spark roaring in defiance at it. But Horeth explained that the Spark was part of an family and thus he wouldn’t harm it. The Spark’s curiosity rose from it, even though it was still clouded by red haze of anger.

Horeth explained that there were more creatures like him. The Sea and Earth were sisters, while Air, Light and Fire were brothers to each other. Given identity, the Spark wanted to see his new found family, but Horeth denied him of doing that, explaining that his entering to the surface would only cause another cataclysm, the same kinda he had caused in his birth cries. Naming the Spark as Serhak, God of the Living Fire, he gave also gave him an simple task. To take care of the passing spirits of the passed on mortals, who’s souls return to earth for peace. Serhak scuffed at this forced work, but Horeths will was not to be denied and thus sealed the fire God inside his own lair, until he would do his work.

So Serhak began his burdened task. He ended the wandering life force of the mortals who died, for whatever reason, on the outside world. He didn’t hear anything from his sisters and brothers, with the expecting being his earth sister, Marath. He found her wise and understanding personality to correspond with his own controlled and emotional side, and from her he found about more about the mortal creatures treading upon the outside world. He also learned how many of the sentient species, calling themselves humans, worshipped the sun fervently. Serhak didn’t approve such an way of controlling free creatures, so he hatched a plan. Asking Marath to not tell anyone about his plans, he set out to do the world changing act. To give humanity fire.

Years passed, before Horeth stormed in his cavern, demanding answers about the sudden growth in humans independency. Serhak mearly laughed in his rumbling tone which shook the skies, explaining how he had granted the humans weapons to fight for themselves and more importantly… a passion to strive for better. Horeth cursed and rebuked him, calling him with filthy names strong enough to mentally harm an sane person. But Serakh took it all with glee, knowing that his brothers self entitled tyranny would come to an end. Was it not his idea in the first place to take advantage of the mortals early need for superiority and guidance?

What Horeth didn’t know, was how Serakh had amassed his powers and had grown much more stronger than he was in their first meeting. So when Horeth struck at him, Serakh quickly responded with an cataclysmic breath of fire, leaving Horeth momentarily in unease. Knowing that he couldn’t kill his brother, Horeth instead fashioned chains, wrought from pure elements, to chain Serakh down. The fire God raged and broke many down, but the divine shackles eventually held place. So Horeth left him, chained again to the mountain in which he had been put to place so many years ago.

Serakh raged on against this all, his chest blistering with the energy to obliterate the life from the whole face of the earth. But as time passed, so did his rage cease, but his eternal hate for his brother Horeth did not. It didn’t help when he heard how his earth sister Marath had been rebuked similarly by the forceful Horeth, left to slumber into the earth. Serakh couldn’t accept such an unfair thing. He cared for his sister and even for the humans, who he only had wanted to progress and even sometime attain a position of power like Gods did.

Unable to accept this, Serakh began assembling an army. Still in charge for the souls of the passing mortals, he granted peace to some, but most he would simply capture and mold anew, granting them an form of obsidian and a heart of hate to match his own. Gathering his army even to this day, he waits for the chance until he is strong enough to brake his chains and march on with his army of cinder. The sky will blacken in his wake, the wind will stall and ocean lay dead. The sun will be put out and Serakh will finally get his long sought moment of revenge towards his upstart brother, even if it would mean burning the earth until only ash remains.