looking for heaven found the devil in me; any

[Rodrik]

It hungers now. A monster. A name the creature of the darkness has been called for centuries. It is in the nature of others to associate him with such a name. A creature that knows nothing else but to cause malice and destruction. Yet, is not everyone else harboring their own monster? Are they not also trying to keep their own demons within the darkness of their mind? Do they not also fear they will lose themselves within the sinfulness of their own demons and monster? He once was. He was once fearful of the demons that crawled into the light, the monsters he fought within himself to keep at bay. They were too strong. He was too weak. So, he gave in and since then he has never regretted his decision. There was something powerful and satisfying that came with accepting the desires of his own demons. It was finally the missing void he has searched for his entire life – a feeling of family, friendship, or love could never grant him and those things used to mean so much to the devil. There is nothing special about them anymore, but sometimes he does wish to hold onto them. His demons remind him – the simple hunger for life is his curse from them – and he must obey or he will become nothing. His eyes prey on those around him, dark and hollowed, hungry for life. It is the very weakest of souls he must prey on first because he is weak himself though he would never admit it. Rodrik was strong-headed and truly never one to give up, but he knows he must start somewhere. He knows that starting from the bottom is nothing because he once had been to the very top – a king. But he is something much more now (and not even Straia taking away his own crown could do that). He sees her before she is even close enough. It is her own demons that call out, a friend of his own kind, and scream for help. The life within her beats so faintly and it is hard for him to even depict what worth her own soul has. But it is the monster within her, her own demons, which intrigue him. And perhaps even the taste of life so close by as she draws to him like a feast on a platter that is only just for him. A grin grows across his lips, maggots poking out between his teeth as he reveals them to her. “I have been known to be many things, girl.” A father, a manipulator, a murderer, a king, and a monster. “But I am simply Rodrik.” A name that perhaps still holds meaning or nothing to anyone now in Beqanna except for few perhaps. "And who the fuck are you?" He asks with a twisted smile, mimicking her own question and voice as best as he could.

Rodrik

angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils

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