I can't remember the year, for it was so long ago, but I do remember the joy. We were a great little city, there were a few of every species, kougras, lutaris, tonus, acaras, the lot. We lived in Moltara, before it was discovered of course. We called ourselves the fire keepers. It was we that kept Neopia warm in the dead of winter, long before electric heating came to play. No one knew we existed, but we did, and we did our jobs happily. When one of the Moltarans discovered electricity, he felt he could keep it to himself no longer, he had to go above and share his wondrous invention. It was not long after that there was no outlet for the lava, the dam overflowed, and we were all turned to stone, burning stone. How many years out statues selves stayed there I will never know, but it was terrible, unable to move in a burning stone body for hundreds of years.

There came a time I could bear it no longer, I tried to move, to scream, to break free, but I could not penetrate my imprisoned body. For days I fought in vain, screaming inside my head, unheard by anyone. Or so I thought, though I could not feel, nor see through stone eyes, I could hear; and what I heard sent such a shudder though me I felt myself crack. it was the most horrendous laugh I had every heard. "I have a proposition for you" said the voice. "You tend to the fires of the underworld for the rest of your miserable existence and I will turn you out of stone". I fidgeted miserably, i could not die being made of stone, yet I could not move. If i were to live forever anyways would it not be better to have at least that freedom? Though it went against all I was taught as a pup, I accepted the proposition. "You chose wisely" said the voice, "now follow me".

Almost instantly I felt my flesh return, though it was dim, the light burnt my eyes, I whined and looked up. Before me, there they were. The Demons of the Underworld. The biggest of them flashed a show of the largest canines I had ever seen. "come with us. I followed them slowly as they slipped into a crevice, immediately after I'd entered the wall closed be hind me. There was no going back now.

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Fiction Kingdom - Demon Hunter

Dig yourself a shallow grave
Your life is not the legacy of honor you would dig six feet for
Broken is the way you came
And broken is the way that you will leave when everything is paid for
Make another hollow claim
A fable of regurgitated nothing we could tear wide open
False in every possible way

Now you bleed for the lord of hate that you stole from the pages of truth
And separate the product from its own account, to a birth of inferior view

Black reign is all in dream
Your truth is absolution's end

Dead is the way you stake your life on
The oblivious belief
What a waste to sell your spirit for

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