Next morning, he knew half of it. The creation of his world, the basic lore, and the partially understood Satan's nature.
'So they defined sins to point out evil, which means only other people can define who really is, that's quite a terrible book. I can't believe the faithfulls have to deprive themselves from every pleasures to not go in hell. According to such a description, life should be much worse than this place.' He looked at the moon and thought. 'This does not help 'me' so far, time is running out faster than expected, they might not attack this week, I won't be able to cover myself.'
A new idea spurted into his mind. 'What if I was to stay hidden? Just not stare at the moon for one full night, fight against myself to control the instincts that pushes me out..? I'll endanger everyone around. That's a no-go as long as I'm in this camp.'
