An offering for the dragon god

I was messing up with one of my favourite languages. Do not try to find the idea, you might be confused for there might be none...

Magnificent. Her scales were shining in the last rays of sunshine. If you could see it just for a second... See the beauty... Every night it changed from the charm of flowering blossoms in a captivating blackness of the night. The dragon spread her wings and flied silently. The water was calm. So deadly calm. Even her mighty wings could not disturb it. But she did not want to wake up the water anyway.

The beautiful beast just sat on a rock and looked into the deep ocean. Black. So black. It supposed to be blue; yet, the blackness was everywhere. It devoured everything. The darkness silently poisoned the air, the water and the earth. It devoured the whole world. It tainted the dreams and it corrupted the hearts.

If only there would be something to stop this madness... There was something. She knew it. She could do it easily. Destroy the sleeping villages and burn the slumbering people. The tempting idea was twinkling in the darkness like the last star on the horizon. Breathe, it whispered, let them disappear. The choice is yours. Die or kill. The wish of the wicked god was clear. The deity wanted blood and it did not care about whose blood would flow to the roaring ocean.

And the dragons are known for loving themselves. She was no exception. The widening madness was guiding her flight. After few moments the dark shadow was floating above the village. It was so easy to open the mouth and breathe the fire. Most of the villagers did not even realize they were melting. The smell of the gore satisfied the god. For that time...