chapter one to the old mastersChapter 1chapter one to the old masters
Before the rise of religion, we were never warned about the punishment of Hell. I had thought that as long as I lived my life without regrets, only bliss could await me in the end. I never even gave much thought to dying. I suppose I just figured it would be peaceful and in my sleep. People fought all the time, and people died from that fighting, but I never even let the though pass through my mind that it would affect me any. I lived in a small hamlet out in the heaths. There were a few other villages close by, but we barely ever had any contact with them. Maybe only a couple of times a year would we ever s
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We passed through the fires of hell, felt the heat of the sun on our skin, the flames running through our veins. We endured pain and we endured torture. We asked for death and had it ripped from us.
We were given a lovely little gift-wrapped curse. It looked beautiful on the out side, all perfectly made, with a pretty bow on top. We shook the box, not knowing what was inside. We opened it anyway. What we found inside shocked us all.
Chapter one to a Dark one Can someone give themselves to anything wholly and completely? I once thought that I could, once thought that I did. But thoughts shifted through head in ways that seemed unimaginable in my youth. I was born with no name, and raised without one, as was the custom with the line that gave themselves as priests to the dark god Kuro. My entire family were priests and priestesses to him; I was given no choice in this matter. I was called resd until my naming rights came, it meant dirt, for when we were children, we were without our god and so, we were as worthless as the dirt bellowChapter one to a Dark one
Preface of a Dark OneNo one can be freed from emotion. It pulls us all into its chaotic little web. Those who try to release themselves from it only find that they get caught in it all the more. We struggle as the spider comes down to feast on us, struggle against our emotions because we think it will help us survive. But with all our struggling, the spider still descends and injects us with its poison.Preface of a Dark One
