The azure flames blazed bright as day, ravenously devouring anything near and far, destroying the once lustrous forest, all in meaningless efforts to satisfy it's own hunger.
It's deep smoke blacker than the night which surrounded it, this darkness mixed with the bright flames created a warning for anything to run, before they're devoured as well.
But the unfortunate enough, unable to out run the flames rampage for food could only cry for help and pray to be saved.
The heavy crackling of the burning flames drowned out any sort of sound, no matter how loud, forcing those caught to slowly burn out in a deafening flame.
But even if they were heard, no man would come to their rescue for chance of becoming just like them, and no God would ever feel the need to save them, no matter how devout.
The bright, azure flames continued blazing, creating what could be described as a sort of day in the dead of the night.
Their insatiable hunger created a greed to devour all the world, no matter what got in its way.