How Hope Died, How It Was Brought Back

I found myself in a Hell from which no men, women, or children could ever escape. There were no victims in this place, for that, you'd have to assume innocence, and that could not be found here.

These people were all targets, demons whose death would do the world good, only after they were gone could there be peace.

At least, that's the promise the heroes coming from the gates were told, a dazzling dream of vanquishing evil capable of blinding all young men who once dreamed of a better world.

They followed the words of the Gods, beings that brought them power and guided them to a better way of life, helped and saved many by performing miracles, and created legends that went down in the history of many words.

You could see the gleam in the eyes of these genocidal maniacs as they believed in the good of their indiscriminate killings. After all, any who stands against good must be evil.