Prologue
I have power. I have strength. I conquer, I accomplish and I am paid fair but each time I am rewarded, I sink deeper. Each time I work better, I die more. What others would call treasure, I call loads. What others would call wages, I call punishment.
Often I have dreamed of shedding my skin but as often as I have thought about it, I relish on the evil I do, on the evil I am. I cannot even try for the better. I don’t even know how to... any longer. Over the past eons, I have become a devil and that is all I know now. I now rise from amongst the dead souls of the cursed world bearing the name of Hades. We are those banished by Yehovah. There is no Saviour for us, for me... I am told.


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