Prologue: Deceit
I am Isaac Pendragon, descendant of Lilith. A story not forgotten but forced into false. We are born from lies and deceit, demanded by the gods to protect Limbo. The land of creation must be left untouched. You see, gods are imperfect, the only thing that made mortals perceive them as such is the lack of care the god’s practice, calling every misfortune they cause, mercy. A façade they wish to continue to conceal the truth of their being, because what is good without evil?
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