Beneath the gate of shadows lives a man who was left with only the fires of Hell to warm him.
Dejected even by the devil himself.
The angels beg for his redemption.
But the trees in the graveyard are darkened with blood he has left.
The old man at the River Styx turned him down.
And the wind won’t hold him either.
The blood in his veins won’t pump because spite ripped his heart away.
Mayhap the angels in all their mercy will take him.
But the demons fear his burdened touch.
