punish everyone else with forgetting the lives, doomed to repeat their mistakes every time they are born. But they saw fit to punish me with remembering every cruel act I’ve ever committed, and every moment of suffering I’ve ever endured. I did not begrudge the gods for this.

My brothers choking screams became weak as his life slipped away. I stayed crouched by him, crying. I cried for my own fate, knowing that this moment will haunt me through eternity. Despair is all I’d ever know.

A powerful arm wrapped around my head, “Feel your brother’s death,” a fierce voice said just as a piercing pain swept across my throat.

The obsidian glinted in front of me, gripped in the bloody hand of one of my other brothers. The blade spread the flesh of my neck, gouging...

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