
Who is to blame?
Blame the dead for what she did was wrong, for she enraged the Gods! In the sparkle of her fiery eyes, demons build their hideaways, stirring the sky with the cries of the angels torn by their sharp decadence. The souls hanged on her shoulders are groaning drowned by Death’s laughter, while she is drawing in the air with her bleeding fingertips, giving birth to vipers.
Thick mist descended in the distance, creating the shadows of mischief. A blood-red river, in which a thousand boil for their treacherous deeds, snakes its way along the path. And thus, one of the fallen said:
- Thy darkened shadow hidden behind the sun of bleeding tears, thy breath of sulphur, thy lips blackened by vice and vanity – flames of thy kingdom and the debauchery towards which thou led us, thousands of lies thou blinded us with. Set the armies of thy Lord to better sink through the maze thy victims create. They art amused, they laugh behind their translucent curtain of tears, thus thou try in vain to hide. Cover their ears with thy hands to calm the screams which they do not hear; blind them with thundering lightnings as they do not really see. And thus thou enjoy a happiness which no one could ever feel. For this I blame myself, I blame my past actions, for I could not destroy thee. I scream of hatred as everything shall end this way… So be it! I shall become what I hate to satisfy thy will, for no harm could ever come upon thee.
- Tsk-tsk, oh foolish little one! Why must thou hate thy destiny? Thou art where thou belong to be. Embrace thy brothers and follow me, for our Father has left forgetting thee. My soul may seem hideous, my bones noisy and maybe I shall die… The only wish I held is to see my own Paradise for one last time, before I return to Him. For thou see, these lands hath kept on growing for hundreds of years. Slow decay and destruction hath followed thereafter… A bleak existence, without a ray of hope. The end hath been inevitable from there onward. My Paradise, my Hell unleashed its self on Earth.