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opposingheavenInevitability gave its greeting today in the form of a woman and her grudge. Today was the first time since my arrival from Hell, no, that is not correct, the second time since my arrival that I had an alcoholic beverage. The second time I had vodka, half a shot and I lost my footing. I have absolutely no tolerance. None. Zilch. Zip. What kind of a demon am I when my own son can out drink his old man? A two year old has better tolerance.
Interestingly enough, Mary, though I dare not say her name, has grown. I found her attractive. Oddly, I mentioned out of the blue that I was dating Cindy, though I hadn't mentioned her by name either. I did enjoy the look on her face. I think she'll figure it out. She's far too intelligent to let something go unnoticed.
The memory of Arkham and how my attempt to dispatch him did fill me with great pleasure. Sadly, my job was incomplete. Ironically, it was his own daughter that finished him. There was a reason why I hadn't taken her victory from her. She needed to do it herself and I wasn't about to take that from her. In some, twisted way, I knew he was going to die by her hand.
Am I selfish? Of course. What demon isn't at some point? Am I heartless? Not entirely. I am vain, insane and quite ready to die at any given moment, but I am not without honor. Arkham's death was not meant to be my victory.
After meeting with Mary I realized that without all three of us putting an end to his madness, the tower would have been completely opened. It had been years since I thought about it and now I cannot sleep. I need to speak with D.
Interestingly enough, Mary, though I dare not say her name, has grown. I found her attractive. Oddly, I mentioned out of the blue that I was dating Cindy, though I hadn't mentioned her by name either. I did enjoy the look on her face. I think she'll figure it out. She's far too intelligent to let something go unnoticed.
The memory of Arkham and how my attempt to dispatch him did fill me with great pleasure. Sadly, my job was incomplete. Ironically, it was his own daughter that finished him. There was a reason why I hadn't taken her victory from her. She needed to do it herself and I wasn't about to take that from her. In some, twisted way, I knew he was going to die by her hand.
Am I selfish? Of course. What demon isn't at some point? Am I heartless? Not entirely. I am vain, insane and quite ready to die at any given moment, but I am not without honor. Arkham's death was not meant to be my victory.
After meeting with Mary I realized that without all three of us putting an end to his madness, the tower would have been completely opened. It had been years since I thought about it and now I cannot sleep. I need to speak with D.