Hell's Heroes

You can't hang around waiting for somebody else to pull your strings. Destiny's what you make of it. You have to face whatever life throws at you. And if it throws more than you'd like, more than you think you can handle? Well then you just have to find the heroism within yourself and play out the hand you've been dealt. The universe never sets a challenge that can't be met. You just need to believe in yourself in order to find the strength to face it.

Destiny's what you make of it. You have to face whatever life throws at you.

In the beginning Grubbs created the heavens and the earth, and everything was dark. Then Grubbs said, ‘Let there be light!’” And there was light. Coolio!

Kernel grins. “To the death, Master Grady?” “To the death, Master Fleck,” I grin back. Then we both say together, “But not ours!

Lord Loss sows all the sorrows of the world Lord Loss seeds the grief-starched trees In the center of the web, lowly Lord Loss bows his head Mangled hands, naked eyes Fanged snakes his soul line Curled inside like textured sin Bloody, curdled sheets for skin In the center of the web, vile Lord Loss torments the dead Over strands of red, Lord Loss crawls Dispensing pain, despising all Shuns friends, nurtures foes Ravages hope, breeds woe Drinks moons, devours suns Twirls his thumbs till the reaper comes In the center of the web, lush Lord Loss is all that’s left

Find the heroism within yourself to play out the hand you've been dealt. The universe never sets a challenge that can't be met.

He’s talking to rocks now,” Kernel says. “A definite lunatic,” Kirilli purrs.

People need devils and dark gods, if only to give them a foe to rally against, an obstacle to overcome. Your people understood that there can be no light without darkness, no good without evil, no triumph without setbacks. You can't kill me because I'm part of all that you are, all you've done and plan to do. You don't have to like me. You can even loathe me. But you must accept me.

To be added when I get it cause I just realised I don't have it at the moment.

With such a small brain, I don't know how you made it this far.

It'll be like a game of chess. We can let the game unfold as it did before, but if we want to avoid checkmate, we'll have to readjust the pieces a few moves shy of the finish.

I know the names of every intelligent being, the spots on the wings of every butterfly that broke out of a cocoon, the genetic codes of the simplest and most complex of creatures. I know how suns functioned, how worlds formed, how life evolved. All of the secrets of the old universes are mine. They can be yours too, if you want me to share, though I suspect you aren't bothered.