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// Enter the Inferno.... 
// Story: Dreams of cruelty 
// by TheRocketMan062 
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Pyro looked dispassionately at the broken Pegasus he had gripped by the throat. 
He didn't understand why it attacked him. 
He was doing this...thing...a favor by torching this Forest. 
That Forest was too dangerous to be left standing. Not five minutes after he had woken up he was attacked by a pack of horribly mutated Wolves, and a minute after that it was a group of Lion-cat-scorpion-bird...things, and then it was a bunch of lizard-chickens and after that a Hydra of all things attacked him!

Of course, they all met the same fate.

A slow, agonizingly painful death. And that's if they were lucky.

And then there was this thing he had beaten the tar out of. 

Pyro had was busy turning the Forest into what resembled Hell on earth when it had dropped out of the sky and knocked his flamethrower out of his hands. It had smirked triumphantly at him, as if temporarily disarming the Pyro meant victory. Pyro had tried to explain that if this place was going to get any better, it had to be destroyed first.
Naturally, it made the same decision that everyone made.
Spew insults and try to kill him. Hate him before he could explain himself. 

The Pyro gave no quarter to the little Pegasus. 

The "fight" had not lasted more than 3 minutes before Pyro had beaten it into submission.

Now, he raised it up so they would be eye to eye. It was then that Pyro realized that it was a girl. She might have been very cute before Pyro had ruined her complexion. 
Her eyes were wide with fear.
He could see her pain.
Her rebellion.
She had not once cried out in pain. Not once did she beg for mercy. There was no pleading or bribing or anything of the sort.

Other than her resistance, she was just like the rest of them. 
His explanations and attempts at friendship had fallen on deaf ears.
She had despised him on sight.
She wanted to kill him. Get rid of him like he was common vermin.

He wanted break her neck right here. Burn her body until only ash remained. But something stopped him. 
Looking deep into her rose colored eyes, Pyro saw only pure innocence. 

She didn't deserve to die.

Not like this.

Not here.

He hated her for that.

There is no such thing as innocence, 
there is only degrees of guilt...

Giving a disgusted snort, Pyro tossed the mangled Pegasus aside. 
He was done with her. 
Maybe someday they would meet again. 
On that day, Pyro would give her a fair chance at fighting him, one on one.

Pyro took a good look around. The Forest was burning quickly. Massive pillars of black smoke towered into the sky and the ash fell like snow, blanketing the ground. Soon there would be nothing left of that evil forest. Satisfied with his good deed, Pyro hoisted his flamethrower once more and headed towards the bridge he had seen earlier, humming a happy tune.

He had reached the bridge a few minutes later. Noticing a town in the distance, Pyro found himself getting excited. Soon he would be sleeping comfortably in a motel, and when people asked him the next day "Who got rid of that dreadfully evil forest and all the monsters inside?" Pyro would reveal that it was HIM who had saved them! They would be so happy, they would line up to ask for his friendship! They might even build a statue of him or something cool like that!

Pyro was about to cross the bridge and enter the town when he saw a sizable group of those horse things quickly approaching him. Thinking quickly, Pyro jumped off the bridge and into the water below. 

Swimming under the bridge, Pyro kept only his head above water. He heard the group run onto the bridge and off again. Pyro guessed that they wanted to get a closer look at his fire.
He couldn't blame them. It was art really, one of his finest works.
He briefly wondered why only the horse things were going to watch his fire, and where all the people were. He quickly dismissed it though. The people were probably asleep, it was past midnight after all.

Pulling himself out of the water and drying himself off with a few airblasts from his flamethrower, Pyro started to make his way into town.