Twenty-sixth Cliché
It's been six months to the day I first arrived. I can't believe it, to be perfectly honest...Six months of being subjected to all sorts of curses and other worlds and foolish nonsense that I would have never seen in Veldime or any sort of Netherworld. I haven't seen hide nor hair of Tink or Adell or Father and while I haven't given up hope, I don't think about them coming here--or me leaving here, as much anymore.
Have I gone crazy? Have I...adjusted to this place? To it's people and deities, twisted curses and all?
Pretty soon it will be another six months. And another, until it piles into years. If I don't find my way home, that is...
Have I...grown any? Would you be proud, Father?
... I am thinking too much. What is six months in the eyes of a demon anyway? It's hardly a drop in the bucket.
Why do I feel so content with this life?
[ooc; Strikes hackable to friends \o\]
Have I gone crazy? Have I...adjusted to this place? To it's people and deities, twisted curses and all?
Pretty soon it will be another six months. And another, until it piles into years. If I don't find my way home, that is...
Have I...grown any? Would you be proud, Father?
... I am thinking too much. What is six months in the eyes of a demon anyway? It's hardly a drop in the bucket.
Why do I feel so content with this life?
[ooc; Strikes hackable to friends \o\]