Seven-An Experiment

Author's note: I was struck by inspiration today, the kind you can't quantify or question. Characters are running rampant through my mind, and they want to be written. A story is unfolding itself, and I apologize for any offense this may cause, because I will record this tale to it's fullest extent. I would advise those of you offended by violence, or too young to read about it in good conscience to leave this post alone. That's all.

Ask a person to imagine a god.

They might make up a person with some kind of animal aspect. A man with a goat head, a crocodile's. Or perhaps wings. Or, if they're feeling really creative, they may just say a really big person.

But ask them to think up a demon... Now, things will get more interesting.

What makes us so easy for you?

It seems we're filling your nightmares, your legends, all more creative than the next.

Maybe it's because gods must be imagined as something better than you... But us... We're right there snuggled up in your heart's cozy corners all along....

So you give us names, give us faces. You supply the fang, we supply the bite. And you'll keep releasing us, yes you will, because it's better to have us out there in the big wide world than deep in your heart, right?

Well, that's up to you. But just remember, you made us to be the worst of things....

So don't blame us if we turn out...

Deadly.

-Locke and Peter