There wasn’t even a chorus of the damned. Xxnx Other legends claimed men had walked across the moon, crossing the dark void. The Tyrants of Hell stood before me, and they seemed so…normal. “Have faith,” He spoke, His voice booming like a thousand trumpets. “Of course. It was spring, but the nights were still cold. Nothing would happen; it was just a myth that you could sell your soul to the Tyrants for three wishes. An ancient, powerful, and inhuman presence that battered against my soul. The account of the Tyrants was so different from the Histories; not brutal dictators who enslaved mankind, but loving Gods that valiantly fought against the Demons and tried to create a Utopia before being murdered by Saint Chasity. Thank you all for reading and take care. An ancient, powerful, and inhuman presence that battered against my soul. Sweat broke across
