The three

 They were three.

No one could have known their end; no one even knew their beginning.

But blessed they were, loved by man and scorned by the devil. They were Truth, Peace and Justice.

Justice was a man, and Peace and Truth, women. They were seen as light, the joy of many nations. In them was a haven, they were stars, witnesses. 

But the Darkness hated them and so plotted their deaths. He failed, once, twice, thrice, but a day came...

He succeeded. 

_The end_ was near after all; the end and beginning of everything.

There were no cries no wails, no lament; it was a peaceful death. The _Darkness_ was happy and gifts were exchanged to commemorate the deaths of the three. The inhabitants of the earth were happy, that is until they arose from the dead. 

Oh how Darkness raged, but alas it was too late.

He didn't know, that death could never hold them.

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