Horns and Halos

<h4><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My World is Built on Debts and Deals.</strong></h4><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Beneath them all you'll find horrific secrets that we all hide. It's </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>lives</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>. It's </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>souls</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>. Scattered and countless the dead have built towns cities and nations. They are forever damned in the afterlife because they wanted to live without fear. But did they really live without fear or was it all an illusion?</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>A pact between devils is the only thing that keeps villages out in the desert-like land untouched by the scourge of this planet. The world we once knew is destroyed and what remains are those left behind trying to build homes to escape the reality that the end has already come. But are we any better than the creatures that loom roam tear and destroy? Are we really worth saving?</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>At the age of nineteen I was chosen and cast out of my village as a sacrifice. Now I have no choice but to make a deal of my own or die out in the endless stretch of the Wastes.</span></p><p></p>