It was nighttime.
Every living thing, whether animals, plants, or humans, had finally retired to their nests for the day. The day was well spent, and routines had been satisfied, the moon cast its light brightly on the city, and the peace that rested upon them was serene and surreal.
However, it was unfortunate that a certain little boy found it very difficult to go to slumber. He tossed and turned in his sleep, trying to find relief and comfort in the face of the unknown.
*"Bring the boy here,"
"Tie him up, he's one of the offerings!"
"This one's a failure too. Bring another one."
"Help me, please somebody help me!"
"Worthy, worthy, worthy thou art! You alone are worthy to climb upon thy throne!
All strife, hatred, anger and war are nought before thee!
For thy purpose is to destroy thy people and thy name shall end it all without a single trace!
Come forth, from the depths of hell!
