If an angel can fall... what about the other extreme? Can a demon, if not entirely consumed by evil, "fall" per say?


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My story, eh? Hmph. I don't like to share details about myself with others. *takes a swig from the bottle of Jack Daniel's in his hand* . . . Ah hell, I've got nothing better to do. Alright then, sit yourself down somewhere and get comfortable. This might take a while...

I wasn't born like this, of course. I started out just an ordinary human, no different from anyone else. Problem was, I didn't give a damn about anything. I did whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Sure, it got me into trouble a few times, but it wasn't anything I was concerned about. I could take care of myself, ya know? People were always telling me how I should live my life and trying to scare me with some "afterlife" BS. *laughs haughtily* I didn't believe in such nonsense. As life went on, I began to realize that I enjoyed the power and freedom that I had, even if it meant I abused common moral standards. I was living life my way, and it felt so good.

*takes another drink of whiskey*

They say I grew out of control. That I "reveled in the satisfaction of my sins." Ha! What did they know, anyway? Well, it turns out that they knew exactly what they were talking about. I guess I should have listened to them.

One fateful day, I had the pleasure of meeting Death himself. There's not much I remember about that day... I was unconscious for most of it. Word on the street is that it was some kind of accident. All I know is that I was taken by Death, and he led me straight to the fiery pits of the Underworld. Guess that afterlife crap was real, huh? Funny how that turned out. The first few months there were pretty rough. The place is no joke; it's just as horrible as they say. After a while though, my initial shock and disbelief wore off, and I began to accustom myself to the surroundings. Much to my satisfaction, I noticed that life in the Underworld wasn't very different from the way I lived my life on earth. And on top of that, everyone there was the same, and no one was around to judge anymore. *grins mischievously* My situation just got a loooot better.

Quickly I climbed the ranks, doing whatever it took to put myself on top. I must have caught the attention of the Underlord, because he appointed me as Head General of his demonic army. Yes, that's what we called him. No one knew his actual name, and no one was brave enough to ask. Anyway, I was now one of the most powerful demons in the Underworld. Life was good.

But like last time, my happiness was short-lived. *takes one last drink before setting the bottle on the table before him, and leans back in his chair*

You see, the armies of both spiritual realms had been at war for over 500 years. *smirks* That's right, we don't age. Neither side seemed to have made progress though, so I devised a clever plan, one that involved an assassination attempt on the angels' head warrior who was rumored to be a powerful mage with healing abilities unrivaled in all of the spirit world. The plan was agreed upon, prepared, and began without a flaw. The assassination attempt was well on its way to success. As the last guard fell, I moved in for the final strike that would rid the angelic army of their leader and healer. The guard hit the ground, the head warrior was momentarily vulnerable, the element of surprise was with me, and I raised my mighty weapon to end it all.... and stopped. It was a girl. Just a young girl, no older (physically) than 8-9 years old. Why... why did I hesitate? There should be no hesitation. Killing was as easy and thoughtless as breathing to me. It made absolutely no sense! And in that momentary pause, the girl drew up her arm and blasted a wave of magic at us demons. I instinctively avoided, but too late did I notice the comrade who had followed me there. Screaming in agony, my fellow demon fell to the ground, dead for good. After a closer look, I recognized the kid, and a wave of fear slid from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. This kid... was the Underlord's son.

I was in serious trouble now. *he scratches the stubble on his cheek and sighs*

The Underlord was absolutely outraged, and questioned me demanding answers. Yes, demons are superb liars, but no one has the power to successfully lie to the Underlord. He immediately could tell what had happened, and blamed me for the death of his son. He was furious over the incident, and in the heat of the moment, banished me from the Underworld. He said that I was no longer fit to be a demon, and that my unusual hesitation in killing the girl was a sign of uncertainty concerning my loyalty to the demonic realm. *scowls*

And so I was cast out into Purgatory, the middle-ground between realms, forced to live an eternity there alone, powerless, abandoned... nothing but a wandering spirit without an ability to do anything.

When it comes to punishments, this is the worst. The Underworld was my home; I am nothing without it. That day I vowed revenge upon the girl for cursing my life, and to this day, I am endlessly searching, waiting, and preparing to exact my vengeance upon her.

That's it, that's all you need to know. Story-time's over. Now get out of here. *waves you away, and with a look of hatred upon his face, returns his attention to the Jack Daniel's bottle*

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Eeeeee~! *dies from happiness* Thank you so so sooo much Cynicism for letting me adopt this lovely boy! ;w;

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Boxed October 24, 3:07 AM mistic time.
SQUEE!