Children these days are too cynical. No matter how many stories you tell them, they always think you're just being silly; that you're making things up. Never do they believe, for even a second, that such fantastical tales could possibly be true. So let me hear it from you then. Where do you think then sun goes after it crosses the horizon? What's that? It lights up the other side of the world? Don't be ridiculous! Though I must admit you're not too far off. When the gods are done for the day, and have pulled the sun to the horizon, even they need a rest. And there to pick up the torch is Zolot, a great hairy serpent with the head of a rabid dog. He gobbles up the sun and carries it with him through the black gates of death: the very gates he's sworn to guard. On the other side, he flies across the skies, shining light from his gullet upon all the damned that once were. No I'm not making this up! You can check for yourself! Can you ever find the sun after it has set? No? I didn't think so! Instinct: To guard the gates

• Devour the souls of the dead
• Offer a faustian bargain
• Bend the dead to its will