Luminescence 8

Eros watched over the horizon filled with silver clouds making the world lighter than it should have been. He flicked a silver lighter and tossed it to the pile of reeds and blubber, it lit up with a dark purple flame melting and burning.

            The stink stung their eyes, permeating the air and the hot rot of poisons hit their nostrils as the demon carcasses melted away in the fire. Minutes dragged on like hours, as the sky tinted a dull grey fleshing out the world around them.

            “We should move on,” Marcus Ambruge stood before the burning masses, glittering embers sparking vivid unending colors. He hadn’t seen it before though he wasn’t surprised that some of them burned differently than others. “This land belongs to Mala, he will bring many men with guns once they see the fire.”

            “Wait,” Eros said across the grasses.

            Marcus turned to catch the glimmer of sharp emerald prick the sky before a burning sun pierced the grey. They stopped and watched.

            “Vallhalla,” Eros breathed his eye to the horizon, “is telling us we missed something.” He turned and surveyed the burning patch, the glimmering colors in the fire as they turned to orange then red. “There.”

            Eros crouched down, using a stick to push through the embers; the flames were lilac as he pushed away ashes to reveal a glowing lilac jar. It gradually turned a royal purple then ultramarine, then black.

            Eros watched it a moment longer before pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and using it as a shield over his hand to retrieve the jar.