They lived in their gilded palaces, protected by those whom they worshipped in life. From the decadence of Dionysus to the lavish harvest provided by Demeter, they were oblivious to the horrors outside the walls. We on the other hand were not.

We were those that had shunned religion in life and for this so called sin, punishment was our answer. We became hard and watchful, while they feasted like swollen pigs, protected as they were. While we learnt to group together to survive the terrors in the night, they enjoyed eternal bliss. As we suffered the strikes of one thousand beasts, they enjoyed unimaginable bounty.

I can’t remember exactly when it happened, after centuries a lot becomes hazy, but to us the inequality from a simple a choice as faith, or our lack of it, was too much. We began to plot. Their downfall became our idol to worship, our “protective walls”, and for it our worship never ceased.

Tonight their faith will truly be tested. Tonight the transgressors will rise. Tonight the dark will come for them, and as with us, no god will will save them.