After I left France, I returned to my own home dimension. I stopped traveling completely.
And my home became a place of legend.
I pulled people from countless different dimensions to feed off of their sanities... One at a time.
Throughout the cycle, I figured it all out. I acknowledged that Marcelle was the only reason I existed, and it was because I wanted to protect her that I became a demon of sorts.
That was how it was meant to be.
And the reason it didn't bother me? Every time I fed off of someone, I thought of her. It felt like I was keeping her safe...
That was my motivation. That is why I hungered for sanity.
Because I felt like it was helping her.
Not much else happens around here. It's still lonely. I'm still alone.
She isn't with me, and it hurts... But it would hurt even worse if she was.
I would hurt her. I didn't want that at all.
If and when the day comes... Should anyone defeat me... I don't know what will happen. Will I welcome it, the break from it all? Or will I be bitter and vengeful?
I cannot say for sure, but I suppose one day I will find out.
That's all. That's the story. A very brief version of it, at least.
...Because I don't like thinking about every detail. I don't like remembering every day I spent in France. Every day... Every day was better than the last...
And thinking about these things saddens me. It is not something I want to feel. I don't want to feel sad. I want to feel powerful and unstoppable.
...Go on. I don't know why you're still here.
You're going to lose your mind, you know.
And I'll just help you the whole time.
End.
