[There were as many people who disliked their demons as there were those who revelled in it. But it was only those who were willing to pay their price who survived... until the entire Junkyard was deleted.

He wonders what they might have thought, in those last moments before oblivion.]

If we don't eat, we don't have the strength to resist our demon. We lose control. The demon is a ravenous beast, devouring friend and foe alike. Words, prayer, nothing can reach a person in that state.

[Serph lets out a long breath, a sigh contained within an exhalation.]

We killed our comrades who succumbed.