This wasn’t going to work—the Tyrants were just a myth. Nothing more than history that had been distorted by a thousand years of embellishment by storytellers and priests, or by mothers trying to frighten their children into behaving. Porn The account of the Tyrants was so different from the Histories; not brutal dictators who enslaved mankind, but loving Gods that valiantly fought against the Demons and tried to create a Utopia before being murdered by Saint Chasity. And I couldn’t resist reading the copy I found when sorting through my grandfather’s house. It was spring, but the nights were still cold. The Living Gods were dead. What were we to do? There are still more Side-Story to tell in the Devil’s Pact universe, as well as a new story to tell: The Battered Lamp. What complete—
“Hello, Ysaak,” a man said. Nothing would happen; it was just a myth that you could sell your soul to the
