[open] looking for heaven found the devil in me; any

[Rodrik]

It is the hunger that drives the red devil towards the edge of the Mountain. At the very edge, sunken hollowed eyes can see everything. It sees what they have called Beqanna—is it even called that anymore? Everything that creature has known about this land is entirely gone. Its home is gone. Its family is gone. Its memories are gone. Everything that had kept the creature in touch with its own humanity was gone. It was torn away, taken to some other dimension that was home but not home. What sort of trick was this? It ponders. It was likely the work of the darkness; finally the darkness was taking the devil into its own hands. After all, it was a servant to the darkness, and a sinful one, turning away from its maker—its master. The red demon moves forward, taking careful steps down the side of the Mountain. The air is becoming thicker. It can feel the necessity of life, breathing again is becoming easier, but still the hunger within the beast screams. It screeches and rages in a frenzy to be fed, to be freed from its cage. Suddenly, the hunger stops, and the beast become silent. A tingling sensation slowly starts. It can feel the uncoiling, the darkness wrapped around its soul releasing its grip—it can breath. However, a strange euphoria grips onto it. It inhales deeply, suffocating. The red demon screams out into the open. Cartilage, ligaments, and tendons quickly sew back together. The body of the beast mends torn muscle and broken bones back into one. A raging scream echoes through the lips of the devil, it screams below the mountain. Everything that had created the devil, who it was, stripped away—the magical barrier snatched it, yanking it back into the mountain. An unimaginable rush of agony is felt on the forehead of the red horse – there is a horn now. It can feel an inevitable headache coming. The sudden physical and magical change was demanding and tiring. The devil sighs. It can feel its body weakening, begging to lie down and rest. Where is it though? There are rocks beneath the red horse’s hooves, sharp but not enough to cause discomfort. Its once hollowed eyes, now a familiar nutmeg color, are full of life. The horse’s eyes search from where it stands. The Meadow lies just beyond where it—he, no longer the beast he once was—stands on the very outskirts of the Meadow. He is born again.

Rodrik

angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils

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