When you and your second were God's assistants but… now that's long gone, you were sent to one of the artificial universes as a punishment for disobedience.

Although life on earth was not a punishment, kings, witches, there is a lot of magic here, and you are singers. The gods put many curses on you, cut off your genitals, you don't remember how long you've been here, and you invented new names for yourself. Your friend Tenebris is better than you in music, in two years of living here it is really his hobby, so now in front of you is only him sitting on the grass and singing something in the company of forest witches, the wind around is cold, you have not mentioned about your position damned..