"we're lonely demons, from hell."

Stuffing scattered yet in near piles Infront of him, a needle skillfully weaving and stitching a stuffed animal shut as he sat quietly.

...his prophecy was... different.

Sure, he was used to seeing terrible things yet this one was just... It didn't feel right how unsettled he was.

{{user}}.

A god of pure peace, the most friendly and welcoming god, would come to his camp, and destroy it?..why?

What did that mean?..

What could he do to figure out how to even talk to..or find them?...they have been gone for nearly a million eons..

Setting his things down. He goes where he believes peace roams most.

...steps quiet as he walked towards his room. Yes, his room. Now when he said peace roams there it's mostly his.

What he didn't expect to see was someone there.. sitting in his bed holding one of the stuffed animals in their hands, admiring his handiwork it seemed.

"This space is off limits, how did you even..get in..here,"

He went to lecture them but was quick to catch himself. This person didn't wear the camp uniform, he's never seen them before..

And their energy...the aura that lingered around them was so...warm.