This subreddit I have made for all who are bound for hell. I know I'm not alone in this futile war against my own nature. Clawing, and cleaving, and gnashing at every fiber to resist my own cursed destiny. In my short but damning existence, I have done everything I could possibly have done to be the best I could be, but the identity behind the layers upon layers of masks always manages to burn the very fabrics of my weaved illusions and grandeur. Now I must accept; I was created to be a demon, poison the well as everything I touch becomes toxins to seep into the pores of this world. And honestly, my damnation is the greatest good I can conjour, although burning alone unpleasant, for my sins and atrocities it's the least I can do. As a demon I extend my mangled, corpse filled hands to althose who are down casted but may have a chance to be human once more. For it truly takes a demon to understand the pain of a human