Every person has a chance to become someone. To see more than others, to become like a god, alas, this path is not always smooth. And not everyone can stand it. The choice between good and evil. Selling the soul to the devil for good. Despair and fear. I will briefly tell you how I learned all this. After death, I had to, like most Atlanteans, climb Olympus. However, fate decided differently. My people were overthrown long ago, imprisoned in the dungeons of Tarter. Thanks to the machinations of one hypocritical god - Hephaestus, I had a much worse fate than my fellow tribesmen. I always interfered with one of Satan's henchmen, his name is Antus.