Iv\u00e1n Humanes<\/em><\/em><\/em>- <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\nNot a day goes by that I don't walk across icy mountains with my new crampons. Night falls, the fire goes out and I climb impossible cliffs. It's not something that's allowed down here, but mountaineering gets to me. It must be the pure air, or the feeling of supreme freedom. I'm a bird unleashed there, crossing. But I have to hurry at dawn, to try to reach the summit just before the sun rises. And when the light conquers all, I must descend quickly, with the precision demanded of an experienced mountaineer. For it is then that the fire is lit in my underground and souls wander restlessly. I must bear them, it is my job. That is why I was crowned king of the underworld, Lucifer to be precise. And I know that one day my great hell will be conquered by the snow and the sky I so desire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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