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<blockquote data-quote="Apollo Tenzen" data-source="post: 36635" data-attributes="member: 271">Wake up Devil, Demons aren&#039;t real. Your mother died last year. You spent so much time online that the concept of time passed extremely fast for you.&nbsp;[ATTACH=full]5818[/ATTACH]*The devil suddenly started to feel asleep.It wasn&#039;t tiredness—not really. It was something deeper. Heavy. Like hands pressing down on his skull from the inside, threading sleep through his mind like thick molasses. The kind of sleep that doesn’t come with dreams, only silence. And in that silence, something waited.His long-forgotten father stood in the corner of the room.The devil didn’t remember summoning him. Didn’t remember ever calling him father. And yet, there he was—tall, robed in a shape that shimmered between human and something else. His face flickered in the flickering red light like static on rotting film. He was smiling. Or at least, the face he wore had the shape of a smile.The room stank of cold fries and old grease.Piles of McDonald’s wrappers clung to the floor like forgotten offerings. On the walls, runes had been carved, not painted—cut deep, bleeding shadow that writhed like insects beneath skin. They pulsed softly, almost in rhythm with the devil’s slowing heartbeat.At the center, a single glowing computer hummed.Sleek, perfect, humming in a tone just a half-step too low to be comforting. The screen flickered with code written in no language known to Earth. It called itself expensive, but no one could remember buying it. It just appeared one day. It listened. It watched.Everything else in the room crumbled like dust. Worthless. Empty.As if reality itself had been assigned value—and everything except that machine had been deemed obsolete. Even the devil’s claws, once sharp enough to rend souls, now felt like cheap plastic. All power flowed through the machine now. Through the runes. Through him.His father&#039;s voice spoke—not aloud, but from inside the bone.The computer flared. The lights went out.The devil slumped forward.And the clicking of a thousand teeth began in the dark.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Apollo Tenzen, post: 36635, member: 271"] [I]Wake up Devil, Demons aren't real. Your mother died last year. You spent so much time online that the concept of time passed extremely fast for you.[/I] [I][ATTACH type="full" width="287px" alt="1744605139328.png"]5818[/ATTACH] *[/I] [B]The devil suddenly started to feel asleep.[/B] It wasn't tiredness—not really. It was something deeper. Heavy. Like hands pressing down on his skull from the inside, threading sleep through his mind like thick molasses. The kind of sleep that doesn’t come with dreams, only silence. And in that silence, something waited. [B]His long-forgotten father stood in the corner of the room.[/B] The devil didn’t remember summoning him. Didn’t remember [I]ever[/I] calling him father. And yet, there he was—tall, robed in a shape that shimmered between human and something else. His face flickered in the flickering red light like static on rotting film. He was smiling. Or at least, the face he wore had the shape of a smile. [B]The room stank of cold fries and old grease.[/B] Piles of McDonald’s wrappers clung to the floor like forgotten offerings. On the walls, runes had been carved, not painted—cut deep, bleeding shadow that writhed like insects beneath skin. They pulsed softly, almost in rhythm with the devil’s slowing heartbeat. [B]At the center, a single glowing computer hummed.[/B] Sleek, perfect, humming in a tone just a half-step too low to be comforting. The screen flickered with code written in no language known to Earth. It called itself expensive, but no one could remember buying it. It just appeared one day. It listened. It [I]watched[/I]. [B]Everything else in the room crumbled like dust. Worthless. Empty.[/B] As if reality itself had been assigned value—and everything except that machine had been deemed obsolete. Even the devil’s claws, once sharp enough to rend souls, now felt like cheap plastic. All power flowed through the machine now. Through the runes. Through [I]him[/I]. [B]His father's voice spoke—not aloud, but from inside the bone.[/B] The computer flared. The lights went out. The devil slumped forward. And the clicking of a thousand teeth began in the dark. [/QUOTE]

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