One Far Gone

Hallow beings flow through the not existing nothingness.

Dragging their lifeless, cold, and unforgiving sins behind them.

The gods laugh.

And life continues.

There is no pause for these people.

The sinners, the hated.

The Unseelie Ones.

Who have told countless upon countless untruths.

More of them have gathered, more have withered away.

Their numbers dwindle then rapidly increase.

Causing the poverty-stricken taverns and tenants into bulging buildings to burst.

With once-people all alone.

And left with nothing.

They have been given too many chances.

Declared the Gods.

They are not to be forgiven.

They do not deserve the pleasures of being close to the Higher Beings.

You're going to Hell.