When the divine anthem finished, those death gods wrapped in red robes no longer had to pretend, no longer had to act; they cheered in unison, leaping down into the Lower Realm like bald vultures who had hacked open blood‑stained wings, circling above calamity fields piled with corpses like mountains. Like packs of unleashed mongrels, they feasted with abandon in Purgatory.
With every dive, they harvested tens of thousands of living souls from the earth, swallowing whole and skinning alive those Human Souls who had died miserably in wars of calamity, in military disasters and famines—ripping them to tatters, gulping and chewing, laughing as if savoring in one go all the suffering of a human lifetime.
