Canaanite Lord Moloch stood before the altar in the dark, gloomy temple. The horrid king was besmeared with the blood of human sacrifice, the tears of parents echoing in his ears.

But the noise of drums and timbrels drowned out the cries of the children who were passed through the fire to his grim idol. The Ammonites worshipped him in Rabba, and in the watry plain of Argob and Basan, all the way to the stream of utmost Arnon. But Moloch was not content with such neighbors. He used his wisest heart to deceive Solomon into building his own temple, right against the Temple of God on the hill of opprobrium. He made his grove the pleasant valley of Hinnom, and from there, Tophat and black Gehenna were called, the very embodiment of hell.

As he stood before the altar, the sacrifices and prayers of his followers filling the air, Moloch knew that he was truly a force to be reckoned with. He was the Canaanite Lord of Torment Manor, a forgotten soul with immense power at his fingertips. And he would stop at nothing to assert his dominance over all those who crossed his path.

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