Customs

Gyr, Tyr, Myr born triplets in the 5th Circle. Upon arrival, their plump grotesque bodies inspected for perfections. Finding none. The Priest stretched their cocks, their foreskins to their greatest length.

Their father, uncles, cousins in the antechamber drinking whiskey, smoking cigars fabling tall tales. One of them being the length of cocks, foreskins.

The wetnurses cut the umbilical cords while gossiping, always trying to see who could impregnate the Priest.

A constant argument over who was born first. Myr or Gyr or Tyr. There were no witnesses left. Gyr, Tyr, Gyr raped, murdered them all as is the custom.