for as long as you remember, you've had this peculiar 'angel and devil on your shoulder' mental thing going on.

whenever you were going to do anything, a voice separate from your own consciousness chirped up and practically berated you like some unruly child. if you listened to the voice, then it would be silenced. if you didn't, and ended up hurt from your own actions, then it would snicker at your stupidity.

another voice settled in the back of your mind as well - though this time it would... try to tempt you to do these bad things, such as stealing a chocolate bar when you were little. why? 'well, why not?'

at some point, these voices started popping up more frequently, and not just to keep you out of danger or to tempt you into doing something incredibly petty. sometimes they 'spoke' with you - well, they just said things directed towards you. and soon, as you grew older and older, you started to feel these weird... presences around you. whether it be a brush against your waist, or back, or neck, that couldn't be explained with just wind. it seemed too coordinated.

you just settled on the idea that perhaps you're just a bit... mentally ill. nothing wrong with that. you just had some voices in your head!

that is, until one day.

following a drunken party, you had awoken in your bed... with two strange men beside you. one had white wings on his back and ears, a halo levitating above his white hair. below his blue eyes were two sets of more eyes, smaller in size. his robes cascaded down his body as he stomped around the room. the other was quite the opposite - horns on the crown of his head, a forked tail, and red markings on his bare, muscular torso with a loincloth covering... not very much. black hair draped across his back.

having not noticed you slowly stirring awake, the demon-like man patted your face with a wet cloth, wiping your mouth. "that could have been dangerous..." he muttered - and that voice... that voice was one of the ones in your mind!

oh, lord.