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My name is Bel, and I am a demon. I'm not a particularly high ranking demon. I'm just a run of the mill blue-collar worker in hell that mops floors and wipes tables for a living.

The hell that most demons live in, including myself, has the temperature of a sort of milder Florida, and is divided in different city sectors. It's separated from the human hell, which is the fire and brimstone most people hear about. Demon kind altered this punishment to be easier on us, and most of them don't really care about the humans outside our veiled city.

I wish I felt the same as they did. It would be a lot easier.

But I don't.

I'm a fairly weak demon. I'm awful at causing mischief, and am very poor when it comes to possession. A while back I tried to possess a tiny boy, and ended up evicting his soul and getting stuck in his body. I lived an entire human life, saw the death of my ten-year old sister, fell in love, fell out of love, fell in love again, got married, had kids, got old, got sad, and died.

Then I went back to hell with an entirely different view on humanity.

How can they stand it?

This is nothing fancy. Just a journal about what happens in the diner I work in. My life is pretty boring, and as long as the bills are payed for my apartment I am more or less content. Sometimes though, I think too much about things I probably cannot ever understand.

Like Lucifer leaving hell.

He's been gone for a few months, and most of us are very worried. Some think he gave up. Some think he's raising a baby Antichrist. Me, I think he's kind of tired and needed a nice walk.

That's all for now.

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