In one kingdom, where the smell of wine was flying in the air, and paths of smooth paved stone curled underfoot, a disaster struck! The son killed his father, the king of the Majestic Breal. The news of the tragedy spread to all ends of the great state. The old man was sitting on the steps of the temple, smoking a pipe and shaking his gray head, stroking his long beard, sighed  - I remember a very young Adramelech, ehh .. he was different from all children in intelligence and beauty, what kind of black snake could crawl into his soul?  - Oh ...