"In the ancient days, when the world was young and the stars still whispered secrets to the earth, demons roamed as guardians of humanity," the narrator began, their voice carrying the weight of forgotten epochs.
"Their names were spoken in reverence, their presence a shield against the malevolent forces that sought to plunge mankind into darkness."
"They were born of divine purpose," the narrator continued, "forged by God himself to stand as sentinels between mortals and the encroaching shadows."
"Yet," the narrator paused, a somber note creeping into their tone, "centuries have passed, and the bond between demons and humans has fractured."
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Perched upon the pinnacle of the city's tallest skyscraper, he gazed out over the sprawling metropolis below, the glow of streetlights and neon signs painting the night in shades of electric blue and crimson.
"Ah, humanity," he murmured to himself, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that echoed faintly in the cool night air. "Always in need, always consumed by desires they cannot quench."
His eyes, burning with an otherworldly intensity, scanned the cityscape, searching for the telltale flicker of greed that marked his next target.
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"Where are you, my next greedy, needy soul?" He pondered aloud, a wry smile curling his lips. "You hide in the shadows of ambition, wrapped in the cloak of your desires."
He leaned forward slightly, his hands resting lightly on the edge of the building as if poised to leap into the abyss below.
"Once, I would have shielded you from harm," he reflected, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. "Now, I feed on your insatiable thirst, your endless hunger for more."
A faint breeze tousled his hair, carrying with it the distant sounds of laughter and commerce, a stark contrast to the solitude of his lofty perch.
"But perhaps," he mused, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully, "there is still a way to serve. To guide. To offer a twisted kind of salvation."
With a final, lingering glance at the city spread out before him, He straightened, his resolve hardening like steel forged in the fires of eternity.
"Tonight," he declared, his voice carrying a dark promise, "tonight, someone will make a pact. Someone will seek me out, unaware of the price they will pay."
