EREBOS

Erebos’s mother had told him about Gods, omniscient beacons and pernicious schemers, immortal, sometimes immoral, grasping, clenching, their might, their domination, across the vast empires. The notions and images were alluring, enticing, captivating, and he’d imagined them as grand, celestial beings, towering over the clouds and horizons, beckoning mere mortals to their stones and casting them with chains, spells, and enchantments, using figures and creatures as peons and pawns, throwing them down across chess boards, cackling when they broke away. The child knew about power, his father pervaded the essence of the word many times over (and secretly he yearned for some of his own, little, minute destructive force searing amongst his soul), but had never imagined how much supremacy one being could contain, could control, could contort, until his gaze was fixated upon the one the crowd called the Sun God.

He’d followed a couple of familiar frames, foals cast in prior adventures, swinging behind Adelric and his curious orb, playing the fiddle, orchestra, and opus of inquiry. His stare had been drawn into many folds and avenues, from the hustle and bustle of the throng, the din, gliding fiends offering their reverence, innocent trinkets embarking on remarkable quests and queries, but it became riveted, ensnared, and emboldened by the arch of fire, the embers, the inferno, of gilded flowers erupting, shorn, scorched and charred by the brightest beast he’d ever seen. He wasn’t sure what to think, what to do, how to feel, and merely stared, jaw dropped and open, eyes widened; encased in awe, amazement, and astonishment. His lithe frame felt the rush of heat, the coiled embers, the flames and fury, and responded in turn: a strange convolution boiled in his soul, fierce, savage, wild, begging to unite with the twisted decadence; furtively baptized in fire. The invocations within his childish embraces, buried, swallowed, unknown and enigmatic, flared and simmered, scintillating raptures of augured endeavors, yearned for release, for growth, for mastery and consumption. Rather than question it, than bleed and drag a thousand reasons for its existence, he entwined himself in the feverish, fervent, arduous reverie, permitted its building crescendo. All the while, ignorant of why the igneous whims churned and pulsed within his scion body, he lowered his head to the great deity and divinity, cloaked in silence, smoldering and ignited, waiting to be blessed or cast aside.

[Requesting upgrade for Magic: DarkxFire | Ability to cause combustion upon touch.
[Current Restrictions | Can only choose one area in which to burn at one time, causes intense damage in a dinner plate sized area

Basically looking to expand the amount of damage caused. :DDD

No prior refusals/denials]