"Monsters aren't born. They are created.
Not from the imagination of someone's deepest fears, but from tangible negative energy. Darkness formed from cruelty, pain, and evil.
That is how Devil was made; How I came to be."
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"When I was a child...
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Finally, I would get to see her with my eyes. To touch her with my hands. To hear her delicate voice with my ears. Soon, I wouldn't have to rely on mere memories seen through their points of view but with my own actual fucking hands and eyes and ears and all of my other senses.
It has been literal hell having to adjust to being in physical form once again.
I'm not supposed to be here, not on the outside.
I've always been here, before Devil, when Warrick was only a boy. Experiencing along with him every time that man, that false father, put his hands on us.
I don't think he was aware of the times we would switch, when I'd come out to face his fears and share the trauma with him. That it was me that protected us and why he could never remember what actually happened that night.
The night he lost his family.
His home.
Everything...
When Devil came, I shared my strength with him, allowing him to be the one to share the burdens of the real world as I fought from the inside, fought the demons invading his mind.
That's why it took me so long to push through and take the reins. All of my energy was going into preventing them from killing themselves. Protecting their fragile psyche from fracturing beyond repair and absorbing all of the messed up shit happening around us and burying it deep inside.
