The Death Devil
I'm just the devil on your shoulder, 'darling.'
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There is never a moment I look forward to having to interact with people.
It's strange, considering that I would label myself an extrovert. I wish to share my ideas and thoughts with others. To make conversation and forge connections that last. I've been this way for a while, but I've never had the chance to really pursue it since I was confined to the inside of my home.
Eventually, the time came where I could finally converse with others—only for me to discover that 'others' is a very literal term in my case. As quickly as I set out for society, I was rejected by it. People spoke to me as if I were some other kind of creature entirely. They would have rather disregarded my existence than had to endure the displeasure of being reminded of it. Nobody cared for what I had to say, and my 'ideas' and 'thoughts' were ultimately irrelevant. There is no use for that which comes from the mouth of a loathsome creature, after all...
It's strange, considering that I would label myself an extrovert. I wish to share my ideas and thoughts with others. To make conversation and forge connections that last. I've been this way for a while, but I've never had the chance to really pursue it since I was confined to the inside of my home.
Eventually, the time came where I could finally converse with others—only for me to discover that 'others' is a very literal term in my case. As quickly as I set out for society, I was rejected by it. People spoke to me as if I were some other kind of creature entirely. They would have rather disregarded my existence than had to endure the displeasure of being reminded of it. Nobody cared for what I had to say, and my 'ideas' and 'thoughts' were ultimately irrelevant. There is no use for that which comes from the mouth of a loathsome creature, after all...





