The few memories I had about the life before Hell didn't belong to this world. I realised it now with a crystal sharpness that came from thinking about all the similarities and differences between what I remembered of my life back then, and what I saw now that I walked through the mortal realm.
Who was the shining man? What was on the other side of the void he came from, brought me from? And why, of all places, throw me into Hell?
This alone was enough for me to want to kill him, slowly and painfully. Whoever he was.
"I and the Prophet both agreed that this person, my lord, could only be the First God, as he is described in the older, less popular now holy scriptures of the Twelve. I have one of them here, if you are interested," Bishop replied to my question and gestured at his shelves.
