Warmth

Host held the warm cup of hot chocolate in his hands. Both of them, just to feel the warmth of the cup seep into his hands. He enjoyed the warmth, letting it surround him, warm him up from the inside out, as he took a drink from his beverage. He enjoyed drinking hot chocolate, especially in the colder season. Hot milk and a chunk of good chocolate, and he had the perfect creamy drink he could wish for.

He leaned back in his chair, feeling the warmth in his hands. He felt warm all around, and he felt cozy in his coat even now. He hated being cold, which he did very easily, sadly. So it was nice to be warm, like this.

He listened to the fire crackle, adding to the warmth. It’s heat tremendous, devouring the wood like it was paper. Burning high and bright, radiating an intense heat, that warmed the Host nicely. He liked sitting here, listening to the sounds of cracking and popping fire, and a cup of hot chocolate in his hands.

He felt the hot licks of flames on his skin, burn his bandages and set his coat aflame. He let it burn him, the heat long since having passed the point of painful. Flesh getting burned off, the smell filling Host’s surroundings, until his nerves were so burned he didn’t feel anything anymore.

It was nice like this, and the Host was content burning in the flames, being devoured by it, dying a most painful way.