Beneath a sky choked with pollution, ancient nobles wring every ounce of value from the common folk.
In gilded churches, deformed evil gods covet the souls of mortals.
In cities of decadent excess, greedy devils feast on the banquet of desire.
In damp, shadowy alleys, the mad supernatural endure the price of their pain.
Who am I?
I was reborn from a long death.
I came into being in a filthy world.
I am bitter cold, or scorching heat.
I am a hurricane, or thunder.
I am life, or death.
I am sacrifice, or plunder.
I am creation, or destruction.
