On a dark day, long ago, I heard 6 angles of hell arive at the foot of my door and scream with all their might that I was to hear their damned voices and follow their command. I was told the truth and the damned encircled me with their unending hunder for pain. They revield a whole turkey and commanded me to eat or be dragged into the depths of hell, so I heeded their command and ate. Then one demon walked to me and placed a hand on the crest of my skull and planted gluttony into my deepest thoughts. For now, I had a hunger that was beyond food. He removed his icy hand and left me with the remaning five. Then the hell spawn presented me with a vision of extreme violence to all around me. I now knew what I hungered for, for it was bloodlust. The fifth and fourth daemon departed from the group. Then the third walked to me and gave me such a ornate blade that it could not have been made in the smiths of man, and he spoke to me and told me what I was to do with this weapon. The third one went up in a pile of ash, but not befor pushing the second infront of my evil gaze. Befor I could stab the thing that I knew would be my end, she spoke to me and said that I had no purpose and that I was to come with her or face a awful mortal life. I stabed her until the devil turned to sand, like deamons often do when they are killed. then the final deamon told me to look at myself and what I had done. He told me that I was the only deamon that could be hurt now, and he became the Raven that I told of in the story befor this. I still see the deamon and I have tried to kill the thing inside me, but I can only make it bleed with the blade the third one gave to me, but now I know, I am the only deamon there was and there is no end to this torture, only pain..........
