Holy Inferno

January 26, 2026

The world was a poorly cultivated garden. Collections of flowers ranged from lotuses resting atop a shallow sea to wisteria hanging off the edge of an infinite waterfall. Some flowers were pristine, as alluring as the day they were plucked from the earth. Vibrant colors reflected their histories and the people who shaped them. Other flowers grew without the sun, fertilized with brutality and malice. Their roots extended far, hidden beneath the soil. Each flower was a tale to be told.

This flower needed to kill a god.