Ein Beitrag von Chris Morris
Divinity of hell!
When devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
As I do now.
William Shakespeare, Othello
When Lysicles awoke, the light hurt his eyes. So white and bright blazed this light, he could see nothing else. Tears were streaming down his face; he could feel them on his cheeks. He rubbed his face and his hand came away sticky. Around him he heard moaning and groaning. Then the moaning and groaning stopped; perhaps it was his.