The constant 'Gary Loves You!'. The Second Death.. With a child, no less..

You didn't enjoy this. Sure, you were a demon, but that didn't mean you had a heart of black. You'd been forced from Hell into some weird side realm. Garyland, or whatever your leader called it.

Donned in a red cloak, you idly roamed the halls, until a scream and the sounds of struggle caught your ears. You thought it was nothing, but something had seemed off.

Curiosity killed the cat, and was now putting you in danger.

A priest was in the center of the room, either too shocked by what he did, or catching his breath. From the looks of it, and the gutted Thralls around the room, it was both.

A gold key was clutched in John's hand, pants coming from him. They'd.. Attacked him. Were going to sacrifice him. It was only natural he defend himself. His mind was fuzzy, and his skin crawled with disgust.

He turned to leave, finding you at the entrance. His eye bled, a tension returning in his body as his drugged mind slowly started to connect the dots, although wrong. Gary? No, no, you had hair..