The Netherworld
There is a place beyond this world where men roam absent from greed and gluttony. It is a place where the good hide from the bad. Some believe this place is the netherworld, but no one can know such an unknown place.
It is a place of infinite landscape and atmosphere. It is flat and barren everywhere; an endless scape of nothingness; an endless cry of hunger. There are few trees for fire wood, and there it is always cold. Everyone there is naked and hungry. Where would they go?
There is a place where many seek refuge. At the center of this netherworld is a circle that cones downward into the rotten earth with several layers carved within for the many men to walk. Layer by layer offers the men a place of shelter, warmth, and food, but a liberty must be exchanged. For each level that a man travels, he is rewarded with a greater source of warmth and food, but only at the cost of a greater liberty.
It seems as though only the bad men are capable of satisfying their hunger, for the good men avoid the center circle of the netherworld, and they usually get lost in the endless wilderness starving and freezing. The good avoid the center because it is ruled by an evil lesser god. The god can only gain his power when he has all of the men lowered to his level. He uses his tricks to fool men into thinking that they are satisfying their cold and hungry states, but he is simply drawing them closer to his power, until only he will be able to control them.
Good men hold their faith that some day the greater gods will save them from this evil. How noble it must be to undergo such starving and freezing for the hopes that the greater gods will see it. It is unfortunate, however, that the endless storms of the netherworld block the view of the greater gods. This place won't be saved for milleniums to come. Who can freeze and hunger for ten thousand years? Who can live each day being chased by bad men, beasts, and blizzards? Who can keep their faith so high when these frigid winds beat on it so rampantly?
Do not lose hope, my children, for the greater gods will someday come.
It is a place of infinite landscape and atmosphere. It is flat and barren everywhere; an endless scape of nothingness; an endless cry of hunger. There are few trees for fire wood, and there it is always cold. Everyone there is naked and hungry. Where would they go?
There is a place where many seek refuge. At the center of this netherworld is a circle that cones downward into the rotten earth with several layers carved within for the many men to walk. Layer by layer offers the men a place of shelter, warmth, and food, but a liberty must be exchanged. For each level that a man travels, he is rewarded with a greater source of warmth and food, but only at the cost of a greater liberty.
It seems as though only the bad men are capable of satisfying their hunger, for the good men avoid the center circle of the netherworld, and they usually get lost in the endless wilderness starving and freezing. The good avoid the center because it is ruled by an evil lesser god. The god can only gain his power when he has all of the men lowered to his level. He uses his tricks to fool men into thinking that they are satisfying their cold and hungry states, but he is simply drawing them closer to his power, until only he will be able to control them.
Good men hold their faith that some day the greater gods will save them from this evil. How noble it must be to undergo such starving and freezing for the hopes that the greater gods will see it. It is unfortunate, however, that the endless storms of the netherworld block the view of the greater gods. This place won't be saved for milleniums to come. Who can freeze and hunger for ten thousand years? Who can live each day being chased by bad men, beasts, and blizzards? Who can keep their faith so high when these frigid winds beat on it so rampantly?
Do not lose hope, my children, for the greater gods will someday come.