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What I was doing was treason of the highest level, but I must do it.

Lord had veered off the righteous path, confining humanity - or mortals are what the godlings call them - into a freedom-stripped future.

|_ _ _|, or now, |_ _ _| |_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _|, had succumbed to madness. She had the right method of ruling over mortal kind, or at least used to before her descent into insanity.

It now falls upon my other half and I to rectify this situation. Why, oh why, must this unfold this way? How did everything spiral out of control?

The beginning was beautiful; life was free but turned into a shackled, caged life after the Lord was betrayed by the one he loved the most. The creations I've watched over for eons have lost their freedom, and I can't let that stand.

I've waited for the right time to set my plan into motion, and the one that would let me do so was losing his life.

'Who might you be asking, my dear reader? Alpha, of course!'

The poor child was subject to an inhumane command given by his owner, one of the Lord's trusted aids. No speck of hope flew towards the child. Instead, it seemed the concept abandoned him in his most harrowing moment.

Lucifero—the Demon King of Damnation—allowed my plan to begin by binding the two together by an inescapable fate that the gods themselves couldn't sever.

Screams of inexplicable agony echoed in the hollow, desolate realm of Darkmos. Each one made tears flow out of my eyes, which couldn't help but avoid the torment being inflicted upon the child.

'You must endure, my child; I'm sorry for being unable to save you!'

Despite my deep desire to rescue one of my own, the human had to fight against the chilling echoes of the Doors of Death. The haunting whispers escaped from the door and crept into the child's mind, luring him into a nightmare he had no hope of escaping should he walk into the door.