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Flames of Hell

The fire bathed his face in an uncomfortable heat. The closer the fire spread, the warmer he became.
    Yet he could not move. He was stunned into paralysis by what he had just summoned. Before him sat the single most handsome man he had ever seen.
    "Greetings. My name is Hades." The handsome man grinned, showing off his pearly white teeth, which were noticeably sharper than any human's Dan had ever seen before.
    "Hi, I'm horny- I mean I'm Dan." Dan's face flushed a deep red at the embarrassment that washed over him.
    Hades laughed a deep, rumbling laugh. A full, happy laugh. One that comes from the gut. Like Santa Clause. Except it wasn't a 'ho ho ho', it was a deeper, more gravely laugh.
    "Did you summon me just to satisfy you, human?" At least Hades sounded amused by this whole situation. Dan had gotten lucky.
    "Yes- I-I-I mean no! I didn't even mean to summon anything- er- anyone. I just found this old book and- huh?!" Dan patted the space next to him only to find the book that had sat there previously to be missing.
    The book floated in front of Hades, the pages flipping on their own. "Yes, I see."
    "Um- a-are you- uh-"
    "Going to kill you?" Hades finished.
    "No- A-are you gonna drag me to the underworld to keep me as a pet?"
    "..." The book disappeared in a plume of purple flames as Hades stood gracefully, unlike any human was capable of. "You're strange, mortal. I can introduce you to someone who willingly will perform your deranged desires. I am faithful to my wife."
    "Please." The word slipped out before Dan could stop it.
    Hades smirked. "At the next thunderstorm, stand outside without an umbrella." Then, in the same purple fire, Hades disappeared. 
    Dan collapsed onto his back, too stunned to stand.
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