"I'm what they call the Devil." The past where we first met. Where I thought you're just an enemy. "The Red Plague, you say?" He can see the Future. The Future that I'll forget. He won't be able to help no more. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." A friend. A friend who's there when he won't show up. A 'GREAT' friend, I say. "It's been centuries." "Centuries is my middle name and you don't know it." Centuries. Centuries of dying and living. I'm cursed to live forever not until I'll know the truth of why I'm still alive. "Mother, I'm coming home." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Inspired by the game "The Arcana" by Nix Hydra. Where I theorize The Apprentice's past. Why are they what they call The Fool. The number (0) of the major arcana. And why The Devil knew the apprentice so badly. Then maybe this would explain it.