Sometimes they want to - to help destroy the Machine's influence, maybe. Sometimes, they must interfere - hacking angelic comms to learn about their plans, say. They don't know what it plans, and they live in constant fear of discovery and capture. Demons can see the work of the God-Machine all around them, seeing through the illusions and masks that hide it from most of the world. You see the angels working, try to stop them, to find somewhere you belong. You steal souls to protect yourself, you search for purpose in your existence, you find others like yourselves and fear you cannot trust them. Now, you wear a mask of humanity to hide from angels, who will kill you if they find you - or worse, bring you back into the fold. You began to think for yourself, to question. You served well and were put away like any tool. They were made for a purpose, given commands by your creator and obeying without question. Once upon a time, you were part of the God-Machine, a cog in a mighty organism. Post posted by Mors Rattus Original SA post Demon: The Descent
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