Cradle of civilisation.

‘You mean Lucifer is trying to take over, won't She have something to do with that?’ Alice asks. I shrug non-commitally and she shakes her head. She can sense what I’m talking about now, the rising spirit of our natural domain. Ugh. She thinks I’m docile too. It’s called “self preservation”, I believe.

You know, I never asked. When did you... die?’ she asks after a pause. She looks away, embarrassed and I chuckle.

‘I never died. I chose to give over my soul. A long, long time ago. A millennium is a small amount of time to me. I suppose about... ten thousand years ago. Humans were hunter gatherers, and we were a little way from civilisation of any kind, though we were getting there. Strange beings were beginning to appear all over the place – vampires, werewolves, demons. Some offered eternal life, a bridge into civilised life, et cetera, blah, blah. Konrad and I were originally going to become vampires together, but we got split up in a forest fire. I ran one way and he went another. We didn’t see each other for a long time.

‘I believed he had abandoned me, and he thought I had abandoned him, though it wasn’t actually what happened. He went on to become the greatest vampire ever, and I’m a “demon elder”. I have no recollection of my human life. If you could call it that. The only life I remember is the one I have now.’ I stare blankly at the back of the chair in front of me as I try to remember how long ago it was I passed from human life to demon life. I don’t listen to Alice’s thoughts; for the first time, I’m trying to remember human life, though I have little hope of seeing any of that past.

The End

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