Broken Antler Fen she comes to bring your kings to their knees

He let them destroy Eden.

The burning fires licking and swallowing it whole before his very eyes as a holy land died out.
Ashes to ashes, every single demon ran and cried and howled in obvious pain as Armageddon brought upon them. These holy flames would make sure that no evil or corruption would arise again.

They salted the ground with liar’s blood and flesh. Remnants, a warning to any who came across them of the impurities of the land.

Before him, they stood as the Righteous. These were the true chosen. The only ones blessed to live by the gods themselves as they stood over the fire. While heroes were typically cloaked in God’s purifying light.

This pair wore shadows. Instead of golden rays, they wore darkness. Beautiful Messiahs in their stance. Yet, it ended in the way most Messiahs do.

They became Martyrs. All of them left those tainted lands to avoid a martyr’s death. To right the wrongs of those who failed they needed to live. They needed to rebuild.
Maybe they could repent for the original sin of those unfaithful to the truths of the gods.

Methuselah looked up at the moon; it was perfection in the highest degree as it waltzed across the night sky. He moved over to allow @Majia space to rest. The snow and ice did little to bother him as it speckled across his coat. “Hopefully, arrogance won’t blind us this time.” Methuselah sniffed at the snow as he kept his head down.