Stage 4
[Lyn would hate himself for this later, if he hadn't already gotten a head start by hating himself right now. He knows he doesn't want to say this, that this is a terrible idea, but he's...he's got to. It's driving him crazy not to.]
Alright, so a handful of people already know this, and I haven't kept it too secret around here 'cause what the fuck does it matter? It's not like I'm ever gonna see any of you again if we ever get outta here. But for anyone who missed the goddamn memo - I'm a demon. Fire and brimstone, wings and claws, the works. No, in my world there are no fucking religious connotations to that, so don't try the cross thing, I'd just have to feel embarrassed for you. Hell and demons and a lot of the basic ideas about them are right, but they have fuck all to do with human religion - we just sound impressively scary in sermons.
Anyway, I have to keep this secret as hell in my own world, 'cause, uh...I ran away from Hell. [His tone turns defensive.] Yeah, like you wouldn't. The thing is - I'm weak as fuck, by demonic standards. If hell was high school, I was the asthmatic nerd getting stuffed in lockers. Only instead of lockers, we're talking about recreational torture - and demons are pros at that - and being enlisted as a flunky to every demon in eyeshot under threat of, guess what, more torture. Yeah, demons are kinda one-note in their pastimes.
I hated it. I hated every fucking thing about it. I hated Hell, I hated the demons, I hated the torture, I hated the toadying, I hated my own fucking self and how I was too little and too weak to do shit about any of it. So I said fuck it, and I left. I've been hiding out in the human world for over two hundred years. But the catch is, we're not allowed to leave. We got a pretty fucking shaky understanding with all the other races, humans included, and we're supposed to damn well stick to our own realms. So I could pretty literally spark a worldwide supernatural war if I get caught fucking around where I don't belong.
[There's a pause here as he catches his breath - or, possibly, loses it as he realizes everything he's just announced. Either way, there's a considerable period of silence.]
The truth is...sometimes I wish I were human. More than anything. I mean, the long life is nice, and some of the powers are pretty cool, but for the chance of a life that didn't suck? That wasn't all torture and hiding and paranoia and being alone? I'd give all of it up.
Alright, so a handful of people already know this, and I haven't kept it too secret around here 'cause what the fuck does it matter? It's not like I'm ever gonna see any of you again if we ever get outta here. But for anyone who missed the goddamn memo - I'm a demon. Fire and brimstone, wings and claws, the works. No, in my world there are no fucking religious connotations to that, so don't try the cross thing, I'd just have to feel embarrassed for you. Hell and demons and a lot of the basic ideas about them are right, but they have fuck all to do with human religion - we just sound impressively scary in sermons.
Anyway, I have to keep this secret as hell in my own world, 'cause, uh...I ran away from Hell. [His tone turns defensive.] Yeah, like you wouldn't. The thing is - I'm weak as fuck, by demonic standards. If hell was high school, I was the asthmatic nerd getting stuffed in lockers. Only instead of lockers, we're talking about recreational torture - and demons are pros at that - and being enlisted as a flunky to every demon in eyeshot under threat of, guess what, more torture. Yeah, demons are kinda one-note in their pastimes.
I hated it. I hated every fucking thing about it. I hated Hell, I hated the demons, I hated the torture, I hated the toadying, I hated my own fucking self and how I was too little and too weak to do shit about any of it. So I said fuck it, and I left. I've been hiding out in the human world for over two hundred years. But the catch is, we're not allowed to leave. We got a pretty fucking shaky understanding with all the other races, humans included, and we're supposed to damn well stick to our own realms. So I could pretty literally spark a worldwide supernatural war if I get caught fucking around where I don't belong.
[There's a pause here as he catches his breath - or, possibly, loses it as he realizes everything he's just announced. Either way, there's a considerable period of silence.]
The truth is...sometimes I wish I were human. More than anything. I mean, the long life is nice, and some of the powers are pretty cool, but for the chance of a life that didn't suck? That wasn't all torture and hiding and paranoia and being alone? I'd give all of it up.