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What's the furthest away you've ever been from the place you were born/created? How did you get there? Why did you go? Did you return or even want to come back to where you came from?
It was cold when I woke. So very, very cold. I'd expected flames. It's funny. I walked dimensions as a demon. I'd been through Hell and bowed at the feet of the Old Ones. I did their bidding and served at their pleasure. Some hells were hot, yes. Others much like here. Some demons theorize that where humans walk is the true Hell.
Where I woke was nowhere I'd been before. There were no flames. I thought I would go to the lake of fire prepared at the beginning of time that our priest was always going on about. But no. It was cold. It was sharp and dull at the same time. There was nothing. Nothing to touch. Nothing to be touched by. Nothing to feel.
I've heard about these tanks of water that people get in to shut off their senses. It sounds stupid. I've had mine shut off. Awareness, but nothing to be aware of but cold and pain. I'd hoped that helping, that dying saving the world would make up for the things I did. But, of course, it didn't. I'd hurt. I'd killed. And I was punished.
I wanted to come back, to do it over, when I could formulate want. Most of the time it was just cold. Just pain. Pain from nothing.
All I wanted was to be warm. To be touched. To feel.
Someone heard what I cried for. They sent me back. I don't know why. I don't care. Even with the blizzard, it's warm. I don't want to leave again. I don't want to go back.
It was cold when I woke. So very, very cold. I'd expected flames. It's funny. I walked dimensions as a demon. I'd been through Hell and bowed at the feet of the Old Ones. I did their bidding and served at their pleasure. Some hells were hot, yes. Others much like here. Some demons theorize that where humans walk is the true Hell.
Where I woke was nowhere I'd been before. There were no flames. I thought I would go to the lake of fire prepared at the beginning of time that our priest was always going on about. But no. It was cold. It was sharp and dull at the same time. There was nothing. Nothing to touch. Nothing to be touched by. Nothing to feel.
I've heard about these tanks of water that people get in to shut off their senses. It sounds stupid. I've had mine shut off. Awareness, but nothing to be aware of but cold and pain. I'd hoped that helping, that dying saving the world would make up for the things I did. But, of course, it didn't. I'd hurt. I'd killed. And I was punished.
I wanted to come back, to do it over, when I could formulate want. Most of the time it was just cold. Just pain. Pain from nothing.
All I wanted was to be warm. To be touched. To feel.
Someone heard what I cried for. They sent me back. I don't know why. I don't care. Even with the blizzard, it's warm. I don't want to leave again. I don't want to go back.