"Its odd that you bring up some.. eternal hellhole." He tucked his knees to his chest and rested his chin on them, as he wrapped his hands around them. He got a look of boredom or disappointment. "because that is my existence.... I have existed since a time immemorial. I was created in such a place."
OOC: Clik
"thats when she... he... it. That is when IT came to me. I don't know what to call it, so for now I will simply refer to IT as a deity. It made a promise to me... It promised me that, in exchange for 'a certain type of work' , I could have power and I escape. I would temporarily lose most of my choice, and I would have to simply cause hysteria and whatnot in other places. I was a purveyor of chaos and death. Little did I know of the loophole; There is infinite work for me to do. That may not be so bad... if it were not for the punishments. ONCE... once... once I had failed, I had been bested and banished from the physical realm somewhere... When I returned, He... he slowly tore off each of my nails... he ripped out an eye and burned my face.... He burned it with blazing hot tongs; though they left no mark they did take away something dear; hope. I had realized by now that if I succeed, I would be punished. If I failed, I would be punished. For so long they got worse and worse, And I never had a single way out. It drove me mad... realizing I existed only to feel pain, realizing I was just some torture doll... He controls it. My flow of power, my goals... all I want is to end it, and the only hope is to complete the WORK THAT CANNOT BE COMPLETED!" he suddenly stood up, delivering a blow fueled by rage. This was not rage caused by anger, but by crippling depression. it cracked the seal around him slightly. he was crying slightly.
OOC: Clik
"thats when she... he... it. That is when IT came to me. I don't know what to call it, so for now I will simply refer to IT as a deity. It made a promise to me... It promised me that, in exchange for 'a certain type of work' , I could have power and I escape. I would temporarily lose most of my choice, and I would have to simply cause hysteria and whatnot in other places. I was a purveyor of chaos and death. Little did I know of the loophole; There is infinite work for me to do. That may not be so bad... if it were not for the punishments. ONCE... once... once I had failed, I had been bested and banished from the physical realm somewhere... When I returned, He... he slowly tore off each of my nails... he ripped out an eye and burned my face.... He burned it with blazing hot tongs; though they left no mark they did take away something dear; hope. I had realized by now that if I succeed, I would be punished. If I failed, I would be punished. For so long they got worse and worse, And I never had a single way out. It drove me mad... realizing I existed only to feel pain, realizing I was just some torture doll... He controls it. My flow of power, my goals... all I want is to end it, and the only hope is to complete the WORK THAT CANNOT BE COMPLETED!" he suddenly stood up, delivering a blow fueled by rage. This was not rage caused by anger, but by crippling depression. it cracked the seal around him slightly. he was crying slightly.