This is a chapter revolving around a word. And that word is... fire.

His hair fizzed like a crackling fire. Shimmering strands cascaded down his back, vibrating with energy like a lions mane. Humans always associate fire with the colour red; and part of his outfit was- but it bedecked many other hues. From the purest ivory spirals, to flecks of navy blue, to the darkest, deadliest black streaks. The final effect appeared like a firework display against the velvet night. The luminous jewels on his splendid crown and dark boots, flickered- casting shadows on the floor. His vast wings were decorated with thousands of minute feathers, the colour of the sun and stars. His powerful frame seemed to be burnt slightly, and now was the shade of singed honey. His muscles rippled like waves of flame. The features on his face were flawlessly drawn out, with high cheekbones and full crimson lips. But the moment one glanced at him, their eyes were automatically locked onto his. For they say eyes are the windows to the soul. His certainly gave that impression, as they appeared to be filled with a seething pool of molten lava- framed by his thick coal-black eyelashes and arched brows. 

Despite its best efforts, the facade of power and luminosity failed to conceal the fury which he emitted. For his heart had been scorched into charcoal.

This is the Emperor of Fire.