second coming: nc-17, short

“The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!” — Hamlet, I.v.188-189

“Après moi le deluge” — Louis XV 

They call him the Flame Alchemist because he consumes fire. He can put his finger to a burning wick and absorb the dancing flame so that it dies down to a spark, down to the faint scent of wax which he consumes, also. He doesn’t feel the heat, or the pain. The candle is very much whole, and it is only evening.