Prologue: Humans, Hell, Hate
Gehenna, Sheol, Tartarus, Hell, abode of the dead, final destination of the wicked. Where demons and other such things run rampant. Gehenna, a place where I live but is not my home. How I ended up being born a demon I may never know, but honestly does anyone really know why they were born as what they are...
With demons from the day we come into this world our fate is sealed, but humans, though they may be weak, can change their fate; control their destiny. This is much of the reason if not the only reason as to why demons seem to hate humans so much; because of envy. Though I suppose this makes me extremely odd by demonic standard. I just can't bring myself to hate the beings. I, adore them, their complexity, their life, their death their ability to practically choose heaven or hell, how the broken ones seem to smile the brightest, the lost show others the way, and how a their young's words can silence disputes of the old. They are truly remarkable beings. In all of my centuries, after watching them for so long they have never ceased to amaze me. They are so different from us and yet so alike.
Is it wrong, for a demon to want to help mortals? To want to protect the broken ones and the lost, the little ones left behind by their own? Sometimes I wonder, is there somethng wrong with the worlds, or is it me?