Tainted Hearts

¿...Safe & Sound...?

My eyes opened slowly as consciousness returning back to me.
A wave of pain washed my entire body by trying to move.

"Ugh.."

"Hey, hey, don't move. You're injured.."

I gazed over my left, realizing it was a concerned Alex.

"Where... Are we..? Where's Denny..."

"We're in umm... A village.."

"Wha-"

"Before you say anything. Surprisingly, this village welcomed and accepted us. Denny's outside right now, having a chat with the kids. She's easy to get friends, damn, I'm proud!! Mhmm.."

".... Hmm..."

"Tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Who are they, to you. Ya know? Your history?"

"I-"

"Don't even think to try using the 'it's not ur business' technique or-"

Alex poked my wound.

"Ow! Okay, okay! Gee, you humans are always forcing... Once upon a time.."

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Deep within a fiery, source of suffering, and horrible place called Hell.
A nightmare for souls but paradise for demons.
In millions of birthed demons, let us focus to one of them.

In the deepest pit of Hell,
The raging fire spits out a black substance, it dropped onto the ground before crawling mindlessly.
Around it was countless of them, all of those substances would become a demon.
They crawled around without purposes, minds, visions, smells, as if the newborns were just puppets.

As times passed, the substances eventually grew slowly but surely, forming themselves.
Time by time, they had reached an age where they were capable to have a mind of their own.

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This was me.
I looked to my hands and then my whole body.
It was me.
I looked around, seeing figures everywhere, they all almost looked the same. Had the same expression, confusion.
It was because my mind was processing an information that I was unaware of being given by a higher being.
At the same time, everyone snapped their head, they became aware, they then know who they were.
We had been given identities.
I had been given identity.

A demon.
A creature to bring suffering to 'humanity'.
Humanity, what was that?

My brain achieved even more informations.
This caused our heads to hurt, we're just an infant.

Th-

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My storytelling came to a halt when I spotted Alex wasn't listening at all and was just poking a dead roach on the ground with a stick.

"Huh- Oh, continue."

"No thanks."

"Whaaa?! Why why please continue the story aaaaaaaa!!"

"No, you're not listening at- Hey, cut it out!"

He hit me with the stick rapidly.