Ash and Bone

Sparse lume-candles gleamed like stars failing to brighten the immensity of the sanctorum. The place felt like a furnace.
...Gripping the laspistol, I peered out across the central nave. I was startled to see dozens of silent figures sitting in rows upon the pews.
...I crept low along the nave, moving from bench to bench. The bulk of my vox-harness disturbed one or two of the bench's blackened occupants spilling ash and bone on the floor.
...
Flames burst from Herryn's eyes. Fire consuming her flesh as quickly and savagely as though her blood were prometheum. By the time I released her, the fire had already been vanished, sucked out of existence. What was left of Inquisitor Herryn clattered to the floor, smouldering bones wrapped in embroidered finery.



Perdition's Flame