Banished

We'd had enough. Every time we make an attempt to clense our world, it backfired. It was time for a fresh start. We'd reduce our once perfect world to rubble, and start anew. Even that backfired! That whelp, Sprizen Akkamara, the same whelp which bested Wrath's pawn came for us. With magic given to him by Deos, he banished us to a black pit beyond our world, and the old, but below Deos realm. Me and my brethren have no power here, yet we're still immortal. We cannot create another world, nor can we destroy each other, as much as we want to. I swear, I'm beginning to hear the voice of that Sprizen talking to Deos. The voice of my brothers as starting to drive a spike through my thoughts, as they are slowly stripping away my sanity. That whelp always said how he would not kill, instead he gave me something much worse. All I am able to do is stand here screaming at my six brothers, and hoping that Deos may have the decency to kill me at least.