About

I am an illusion. Inspired by a cloud of dust in the dark of night. I am possibly yer worst nightmare.

Ever thought asylums were scary? Perhaps yeh may even considered em kind of cool? ...would it be so cool to be mates with someone who at one point worked at an asylum and another point was in the asylum? If I weren't the person I just mentioned, I would say yes... but honestly, I don't fancy yeh. There is not one part of me who wants to fancy yeh, let alone be mates with yeh.

Aye, aye. Continue on with ye pointless s**t about how I don't know yeh to even decide if I don't fancy yeh. I don't need to know. I've had my share of the logic of pathetic humans to know I don't fancy yeh. I don't have to even acknowledge yer mere existence to know that. Any demon with sense would know that.

Oh, I didn't tell you? Aye. Well now yeh know. I'm a demon. Quite a interesting story behind that, actually. Want to hear it? Well too bad! Yeh read this damn thing for a reason, right?! Might actually give yeh a ******** reason to read it... pathetic human. >.>

It was in the early 1810's, I just finished my medical schooling for the asylum, which must I remind you: it wasn't much at that time, nor was their age limits. I was just a teenager when I began working. They desperately needed people to take care of the mentally insane there. People were forcefully placed in the asylum, some of them weren't even crazy... just different. Some were put there as testing subjects and they stayed there too... that was till one of our tests got bad enough to kill them. Hehe.

In all honesty, most of the workers never claimed of actually wanting to harm the clients. It was just to test out things that was really suppose to help them. We never actually used the procedure on anyone that wasn't in the asylum, crazy or not. So we didn't actually know if it would help them, we just assumed and hoped. At this time, anesthetics wasn't invented just yet so agony was hard to miss. The experiments were bloody horrible, but I guess after a while you just get used to sound of people screaming... and then it becomes more of an addiction.

I worked there for a well over 30 years. I think they eventually caught on when the anesthetics were invented by good old Long. What a swell guy. Sadly after his stupid invention, I wasn't able to get my pleasure of hurting others and hearing them scream. Not to mention most workers had already quit or died from some freak accident within the asylum. I think I was really chosen for the job. It fit me perfectly, however people started realizing the disappearing of patients so quickly. At first I actually put effort into making it look like an accident, in the end though, I quit putting an effort. It was well obvious and yeah they thought I was crazy and guess what? Instead of being what I was for the last 40 years I became one of the people I worked on. Let me just tell you, that was the worst experience I've had in my entire life. If you're not crazy and go to an asylum, you'll be crazy when you die. From personal experience, those dead bodies don't ever find a resting spot.

After the first while I became a client, the workers were nice to me but alas, it was my turn with the experiments. They knew who I was and what I used to be. They knew that most of the dead bodies was my fault... they promised me I was going to feel the pain I made my patients felt. Without anesthetic, they gave me one hell of an "experiment" but they had no idea what I did to those patients. Too many years of experience to know how to do what I did. They only knew a few hours, days, but not pain. They didn't know pain like I did. They did nothing to me compared to what I did to the clients. At any rate, I died that fateful night. Right in the hands of those wonderful workers. I must say, for a first time they sure gave a beating and probably killed their first person. I was mighty proud of them, in fact I was wanting death so this made me happy.

However, being out of my human body they wouldn't let me rest. Ha. I couldn't. The devil resisted