There are no words. And even if there were, I would not want to tell anyone about this. I'd rather bury it deep inside of me and let it rot there in peace. Forget about it, yes, let go of it, completely. But I don't have a choice, do I? I swore on it, a promise is a promise and I am a Demon of my word. I owe you a story. Brace yourselves then beings of all kinds and all ages, for here it comes, the tragic tale of a lost hope, the poignant testimony of one who lived to see the Demon wars. You do remember me, of course you do. Melanie White, Demon Liberator, the girl who was turned into a monster and then back into a girl. The one who lost everyone she loved and then killed everyone she loathed only to find herself surrounded by a raggedy bunch of Demons with a whole world to rebuild. The one who turned the tables, and gave her people a chance at a fresh start. A nd what kind of gratitude do you think I got out of this? They screwed it up. Badly. Call it stage fright if you ...