Demon Steeds, the condemned souls of mortal horses being punished in the Underworld ...
A ring of black crept outward from the fire, crisping the grass to ash. The red-gold flames changed to deep crimson, shot with black and green as they flared, and men scrambled away into deeper shadows.
A delicately chiselled head rose from the flames, and a massive neck took shape, flowing with a brilliant mane of yellow fire. Eyes of molten gold glared, and flared nostrils snorted flame. The Demon Steed pranced in the fire, small hooves scattering burning coals as it manifested, becoming real. It stepped from the flames, eyes glowing, neck arched proudly.
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