There once was a boy that lived in a particular suburb in California. His name was ??????. The boy was athletic, creative, and intelligent, and always did the best he could in anything he tried. However, this boy was not a human but a demon. He was not a mean demon, but he was not a human, and he could not associate with the humans well. So the demon attempted to become more humanlike. He acted stupidly and laughed at fart jokes even though they weren’t funny, but his perfect grades and shining determination still set him apart from the rest. “You aren’t human! We don’t like you!” the other kids would say. Day after day they would ostracize and pick on him. One day they beat him up. You should never beat up a demon, children. Even though the demon didn’t want to, his body sought vengeance and eradicated those bullies. Nobody would make fun of him again, but nobody would befriend him either…for a long time.

And so the boy entered high school. “I can start over here,” he thought. But he soon found the same thing happening again. He was unwanted. He did not fit in. The people there were even more crude and shallow. No one was quite at his intellectual level, and the demon felt lonely. So the demon thought hard and collected those thoughts in his hands. With a piece of his flesh, he wrapped those thoughts tightly in a bundle and breathed into an orifice to fill it with life. It was a blind, disgusting little ball, but at least it was a friend. “I am Sigh,” it said, “Do you love me?”

The boy was overjoyed with his solution and created more companions. Each time he gathered his thoughts and bound them in some of his skin until all his flesh and organs had been consumed and all that was left were his bones. “Do you love me? Do you love me?” his little implings whined, echoing his own inner heart. Now, the demon only felt distress as he related the truth: “I cannot love you; I am a demon. Do you love me?”

“Yes!” the implings said, but it was too late, as the demon whose being was nothing more than dust had crumpled with those last words.