We stacked it up around him. All the way up to his knees. He was bleeding steady. I was starting to wonder if he would die on us or make the wood to soggy to light. That would be not so good. I let it go. HE was in charge. If he died, well then he died. We could still burn him or maybe back the car over him a few times. Whatever. HE would send an idea to me. I just had to take care of HIS business.
I was standing there looking at Tim when I heard Roy cough behind me. Standing next to him was Rick. He had quit filming. When I looked at him, probably frowning, he quickly said "Trying to conserve on the battery and storage space. I want to make sure I can get the final scene."
I thought "The final scene? What the heck?" Well, he was our camera man. It clicked then why Roy coughed. It was time to fire the DEMON up. The problem was I realized I didn't have any matches. I remembered seeing them long fireplace matches on the hearth and asked Sharon to get them for me. When she came back with them I was surprised to see those big beautiful brown eyes were shining and her headlights had come on strong. Roy noticed it too and he looked away embarrassed when I saw him checking them out. She asked me "Can I do it." Then softer "Please Chosen." She licked her lips and I realized I had gotten hard. That was strange.
"Sure" I told her.
She looked at the matches she had clutched in her hand and asked "How do I light them?" Thank HIM for Roy because I had no clue. He told her "Scrape it on the concrete honey." She tried and snapped the match in half. Roy took one gently from her hand and told her "Like this." He got it lit the first time, held it up to his lips and blew it out. "Thanks Roy." It took her two more matches before she got one lit. She tossed it into the pile of wood and we watched it go out.
"Hold on Sharon." Roy squatted down and scrapped some resin off the pine and rolled it into a ball. He flipped one of the split pieces of pine over so the sticky tree blood was under it and said "Light that." Then he very slowly came out of the squat. She tried it again and this time the resin flared up bright, clear, and strong.
It brought Tim back to us, that fire did. He lifted his head and told me "You don't have to do this."
"Yes I do."
He shook his head. "No you don't. I have a family. Please."
"Shut up and get ready to dance DEMON!" I told him.
He didn't say anything else until he began dancing. Yes, he danced. He howled. If I hadn't of stuck him in the thigh with SWORD his dancing and kicking might have been a problem but he was having a problem staying on his feet let alone kick. The last thing he said that I could understand was "What kind of God is yours!"
I told him "One of Vengeance!"
edited: changed the last line