Do you feel any culpability for creating a demon? The creature you birthed and abused for their whole life, did you care that you stole their innocence? All that child wanted were loving parents, but all they got was endless trying to please a God. There is a reason they became atheist, because the God never even supplied, or gave love. The God who only craved respect, but never gave any. She cried tears of her past, meanwhile I hold both of our problems on me, and they are crushing me more with each passing day. I beg, I plead, for some ounce of relief, but all you do is scream at me for not being enough.
You wonder why we fear you, the tyrant who touched a child, and shattered them. Did the pieces even cut you? Did you just walk away from the mess you created, not even bothering to clean it up? You swept the pieces under the rug, expecting the rug to never be lifted. The veil has lifted, and now I am infinity. I know what hides in me. I know what hides in us all. You not only created a demon, but one who can see into any soul, despite them wearing masks.
You should fear us.
For the worth of a demon is far greater than you'll ever be.
