A Hell For God And His Servants

The moving red light that passed over him regularly and the sound of screams ringing in his ears. Aaron wanted to get up and save himself from this situation when a hand grabbed his arm.

"Hey, what happened?"

Aaron smiled at his friend Ethan.
"Nothing happened, only this red light and the sound of the screams has made me nervous. You stay here, I'm going to sit outside."

"No, I'm coming with you."

The two of them left the dance club together and sat on the street curb.

Ethan:
"You don't talk about it. But I know what's going through your mind. After all the nightmares that happened to us at the training center for wizards, it's very hard to have a normal life now."

"The words of our superiors keep repeating in my brain. How we should have faith and put ourselves at the disposal of the inexhaustible source of energy, Cyrus."

"Ah, Cyrus. A god who got sacrificed for his servants. A thousand years ago he was an ordinary man. But the wizards captured him and through their secret advanced technology dismembered his soul and installed it in various parts of the center."

"And now it is he who determines the course of all wizards' lives. Everyone in the center repeats their prayers to him every morning after waking up and every night before going to bed."

"It must be maddening for him to have people constantly whispering their wishes into his ears."

"Yes, but like the rest of the residents of the center, he does not have the right to comment on anything except his duties. There, God and his servants must all follow the rules so that the slightest disorder does not occur."

"I still can't believe we escaped from there, through the sink."

"I'm sure Cyrus is amazed at our ability and wishes he could escape that hell himself, even through the toilet."