Embers Of The Heart

Ch. 1

Rebel Cookie leads a raid on a supply fortress and is captured. He's tossed onto a battle, a battle no one can defeat. But instead of fighting someone scary and very strong or very meta, he finds Burning Spice Cookie—a flamming cookie, destroys all kingdoms, and the one who ripped off Golden Cheese Cookie's wings.

Rebel: "So this is the great beast everyone fears? You don't look so terrifying, just... super gay ahh looking."
Burning Spice: snarls "Keep talking, slut, and I'll rip your whole body in half."

"Guess I'm not most." Rebel gave a half-shrug, wincing from the threat. "You gonna kill me or what?"

The beast didn't move. He just put down his weapon.

"If I was, you'd already be dead and raised to heaven."

Rebel's heart thundered. But he didn't back down.

"Then maybe you're not that strong they say you are."

That earned a dry laugh. Not cruel—just...cold.

"Beast. Gay ahh looking. Dirty. That's what you are suppose to be, right?"

Burning Spice slowly stepped closer, ignoring the insults. His soul jam flickered brightly with each step he took.

"That's not nice. That's more like what you are."

"What?"

Rebel hesitated, then said quietly:

"It could be true but its 10x more like you."

Burning Spice Cookie's eyes narrowed.

"You think a bitch like you beat the shit outta me?"

"I think we can start if you stop yapping you ugly crusty mouth."

And just like that, Burning Spice knocked Rebel out with one swing of his uh weapon. And dragged him away to his kingdom.

Not to burn him to death.

Not yet.

But something deeper.

A heart of obession.