"In this never-ending war, my fight against the Angels has shown me a side I couldn't perceive before.

I remember the fights I used to have with my brethren, never once did they have mercy on me, riddling me with wounds that would cripple me, if I wasn't under the curse that didn't let me die...

Seeing the Angels that we fight, healthy, not fearing but loving their God, and their God, who in turn blesses them.

It fills me with envy, I want to be like them. Try as I may, I am a demon. In my self-loathing and despair, I tried to cut off my horns, my own life-giving bones, that have been with me since I was born. I tried, but I couldn't do it. I am who I am. I can't change anything.

I too wish for a Leader who doesn't wish to dispose of me if I can't make a difference in this endless cycle... But it will not be possible. Not under the rule of the Devil, the First, The Hell.

But knowing what I am, I am bound to never get any salvation... but I can only try. I shall not fight this war any longer. I shall fight only against what I am, and myself.

So I ran, from this battlefield, and from this cursed race of demons. Now I am left to wander this eternal plane between realms.

If I get a chance to meet an Angel on peaceful terms, I will ask them for forgiveness on the chance that they accept me.

God forgives doesn't he? Will God forgive me? If he doesn't, then I will have no other choice.