Flamed

The ancients understood that flame, such as candlelight, was superior to any other form of light into the world, save for the violet light Mother Earth employed.

Electric light was deficient, and brought with it just one stream of influence, one octave among many; yet light from combustion, from burning, actually fed its environment where its glow permeated, because it came, and comes from the universal light: that the flame comes from the one flame, and thusly it brings the cosmic flame into that room, or that space, to which it is lit.

Electric fire does not have this, it can only impart energy from its own realm of the hobgoblins.

This world has seen many evolutions, and science has proclaimed with imputation its superior knowledge and findings, only to be surpassed by those who seek authority above the very gods, believing that with a twiddle and a tweak they can transverse the trajectory of life itself, with arrogance or infirmity, or perhaps merely a naivety. And to be fair, there is nothing that is safely to come from a man or a woman, until that man or woman is morally balanced, and so how are they to know?

Puck was never sure of there being an existence of the Devil, however he had met with many devils in his own experience. And these characters were tireless. They did not like candles - or lit light - they did not like fire: the fires of Hell are purging, they are not a conscript of the demons at all.

They also, and quite obviously, have disdain for sunlight, moreover.

Puck reached across the table for the pepper pot and doused his pancake whilst Goober was talking.

“You never told me what happened when you confronted Romulus?” he said this casually, draining his blue cup.

“Well it was pretty straight forward” said Puck - “The goat did its business and managed to distract him sufficiently for me to read his thoughts and told me all I needed to know.”

He continued: “Do you recall the bookkeeper that we used to house, that chap with the chocolates?” he continued “The miser? Well I knew of him centuries prior, and even before that we had a connection … he never quite fulfilled his aptitude, as far as I could see. Opportunity would take him only so far and then drop him. If anything, it was that diamond that got to him and distorted his futures.”

“I think I know the one you mean”, Goober replied, turning it over carefully in his pocket.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series