Die duodevicesimo, I stood from my pedestal. It was a grand dais, and it seemed that I could move it wherever I wished to, so long as I stood to do so. Underfoot, I could step into the open air of the abyss and a new section of it would follow me. So I decided I would uncover every room of this labyrinth.

I heard an unfamiliar voice from afar; “And so come to me, come to me and see the kind of truth that a God would give you. How powerful is a man who scorns his people, casts them to stone and salts, and breaks them upon birth to put them in chains? A simple evil cannot be stopped, and it passes under knowing eyes. To have lived is to have died, and to have died is to see judgement. And yet he gave the mortal mind the idea of adaptation.”

I peeked across the corner to see who was on the receiving end of heresy. It was not the peccatores, if you would believe by the tone of his voice, but instead a singular being in chains. A devil, eyes removed from its head and put on the tray before him. He nodded along and vocalized softly, hands clasped together as well as they could. He had horns like a goat, twirled in a spiral and chipped off on one end. His nose was bared to the bone, and his torso seemed impacted in some way. But, this was kin to me, as I could see once more the sign of the speckled light beneath all darkness. How hideous, the way that sin would warp a creature.

His orator was one similar creature,bound in chains and blindfolds. He resembled a unicorn, with ashen cloth dangling from the horn and across his face. As he breathed and spoke, the cloth would move up and down the horn, sliding back and forth with the pacing stride of his feet.