You are drenched in gasoline tied to a stake. All around you can hear the charting, the heated charting growing louder and louder and making you more delirious by each passing second. In the darkness the crowd looms over you, distraught and contorted the humans blend into one another. The crowd is no longer individual beings but a single entity, apart from one figure. She stands amongst the torrent of the writhing mass with a serine smile on her face. Nanashi Mumei, her, the demon, foul and cackling but to your eyes only. Her smiling face etched into your mind as she littles a simple match. Time comes to a crawl as she elegantly strides across the field. Her smug lips tighten into a cruel smile as she tosses the match on the heap. The last thing you see, the last thing you hear, the only thing in the world that you are conscious of before the flames engulf you is Mumei. The guardian of civilisation.
This shitty story was inspired by this clip
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5k4G7Tv09Y 