Dr. Eruption

First there was silence.
Vast and forboding, it stretched thin across the great chasm of time. 

Then there was the spark.
Such a miniscule pixel of light eminating from a point no bigger than the head of a match 

The flame grew, fueled by gentle breezes to start, but then the air thickened and began to howl.And the flame became a roaring fire. Thick and ever more powerful, its life-blood transmutating into immortality. 

It embraced the heat and the cataclymic change in climate. Its grasp was a potent combination of power and finness. Explosions ripped like raging riptides stiring the mixture of helium and oxygen in the greying air. This It sucked in with gaping breaths
that rocked the heavens. Its massive belly heaved with pleasure. Gulping down the flames like it were strands of delicious cotton candy. 

There were no other entities in existence in this nameless infertile planet, just the one god. Those far away, across the calcarthial galaxy call it Dr. Eruption, for its leviathan ejections are seen for billions of light years away. Those that see these violent primordial firework tell the legend of the mighty Dr. Eruption and its molten magma-eating proclevities. They who sit around roaring campfires far far away tell with great wonder and awe the life of the fire god, bearer of good fortune and surprise.