“The Birth of Anorith”

(Low ambient hum. Distant screams. A slow heartbeat fades in.)

Narrator (deep, gravelly tone):

In the year 1980…
…a boy named Zee Voltmare turned blood into entertainment.

He didn’t kill for revenge.
He killed for the thrill.

Machetes. Hammers. Gasoline.
A shotgun that still echoes in hell.

Each victim…
was a twisted episode in the show he never had.

By twenty, the world tried to end him.
The electric chair.

But when the switch flipped…
Zee didn’t scream.

He sighed.

(Pause. Crackle of electricity.)

The current didn’t kill him.
It delivered him.

Into the furnace of his own sins.

(Music swells. A haunting western guitar riff begins.)

Narrator (slightly more intense):

In the depths of that inferno…
a figure emerged.

Skeletal.
Dressed like a cowboy from a forgotten world.

It spoke:

“I know this may sound strange…
but I want you to join me.
Together, we’ll make our dreams real.
We’ll escape this place.”

(Beat. Silence. Then a slow inhale.)

Narrator (final, commanding tone):

Zee accepted.

And in that moment…
two damned souls became one.

He was no longer Zee.

He became Anorith.

The Individual of a Thousand Sins.

A walking curse.
A legend forged in blood…
…and betrayal.

“The Punishment Begins”

When Anorith arrived…
…the inferno trembled.

Hit Moba — the guardian of this cursed realm — watched in silence.
But silence does not mean peace.

He felt it.
A presence.
A force so ancient, so violent…
it threatened to shatter his reign.

And so, they clashed.

Screams tore through the void.
Steel met bone.
Rage became carnage.

But Hit Moba did not fall.
He offered a challenge.

“You want to escape?”

“Then walk.”

“Walk through your nightmares. Your sins. Your trauma.”

“Walk for miles. For trillions. Until your soul breaks.”

And so begins the punishment.

The trial of Zee Voltmare.
The torment of Anorith.

This is no redemption.
This is....