Refugee on Demonsland

- You're here again, kid.
- Yes, you see, that's the only place I feel like I can be alone.
- But you're not alone in here. There's always a lot of things happening, and you know, we aren't like you.
- Yet you don't seem to be of any harm to me. So, as long as you ignore me and I ignore you, I'm alone in here.
- As you wish, I just can't assure you we will always be so kind to you. After all, you were already warned of this place, you can't say you didn't know where you are now. Nobody will save your ass from the boiling pits. Clear?
- Clear as hell, ma'am.
- Okay then.


I know this is a different place. And I also know I wasn't supposed to be here. But don't feel comfortable like this anywhere else. I look at the window. There's a lot of weird people walking around, the city albeit pretty, is very crude. It gets pretty obvious that this is not a normal place, you're not dealing with humans when you're here. But they won't attack me anyway, at least if I don't mess with them that is. They are not supposed to be kind, there's no law that says it. No matter who you are, nothing protects you here. There's a small marketplace down there. My hotel is almost at the center of this city, sometimes you can hear screams and people bashing it other. But it's not like a common market, they don't summon fire over those places. They have deaths everyday here, dismemberments, mutilations, immolations. It's their daily routine, and they can live with it. That's the reality, some are more intelligent, some are just piles of muscles.
The concierge of this hotel is one of the most human-looking I've ever seen. Yet it has that weird thing in his eye. It becomes clear as water that they are not like us when you look right into their eyes. It's a strange energy that comes out of them. Scary I'd say, but somehow I feel better over here than in my world, the places that I was supposed to be. Why, I don't really know, after all I'm human, and humans should remain with humans, and demons with demons.
But I'm better being a passer-by in my places, and an eternal refugee in Demonsland.


They are not that much different when you compare us to them. I guess that shows how low has our society gone, yet we say it's going better as our feet goes deeper and deeper in the mud. The richest or most intelligent demons live in these kind of hotels, or castles. There are lots of castles at the borders of this city. The smaller and not so treacherous live in slums. Who kills most lives better, who fools most gets most trust. Living out of the slums here means you are somewhat dangerous to others. I've never met the ones on the top of the hierarchy. At least not that I've known, I suppose they can be easily distinguished from the street trash.
I don't speak with anyone over here unless I'm obliged to do so. The concierge over the entrance and the lady that lives in the same corridor that I stay are the only ones I talk sometimes. I normally don't get out of my room because I like being alone in here, they can get me food when I'm in need of it, it isn't wise to risk myself out there in the streets. They can smell human flesh from a distance. And even though the taste is far worse than most of the meats I've eaten, they like it.
I guess I need to explain myself in those last sentences. Human meat is very common around here. It's like we were their cattle, there's those big slaughterhouses where they butcher humans in order to get food. So, if you're not eating human meat over here, get ready to face hunger. Fruits are abnormally rare and different animals are only for the ones who can afford it. Even though I heard they eat those just to have a feeling of being different, to impose they are better because they can eat different things, still they like human flesh just as everyone else.
Over here it's important to be superior, to step on the miserable ones and shove their face on the mud. It may sound strange at start but once you get used to it, it feels like living among humans that actually show what they think. And the similarities don't stop there, at night this is like those huge cities where there are lights everywhere. The difference is that the lights over here are most non-related to electricity. But the flames are also as beautiful. Night is even more noisy than the day since most of them seem to feel better at night, I suppose they don't really feel our urge for sleeping. Though I know they also sleep. Sometimes.
There's a building to the left of the market, just at night that is. It's invisible during the day, but as soon as night falls some red lights start to surge, it's like a tower appearing out of thin air, though I don't know what exactly happens over there. I'd need a good disguise to go out of here in night time.
Perhaps if I got some kind of escort, I could walk around, but that would be expensive. The lady of the corridor perhaps could get some help in this, but I don't think I really want to get out of my hideout. And I don't really know how much blood would that cost.