User blog:Alchimous/Demon's Tale

This is a story I wrote about the history of demons, from the perspective of one of the first of the demons, called Devil's by me. I've made sure it is consistent with lore.

The Story
So you want to know our history, Mortal? Very well, you signed the contract. I will tell you.

In eons long before even your gods, there were older, far more powerful beings. Some call them "Elder Gods" and rightfully so, they were the first, and all others usurp the smallest fragments of their power to call themselves "gods". We were the first of their creations, we lived on the first worlds they created, shaped by their bare hands and formed directly from their own essence. We were, and still are, their greatest creation. We honored them, refined ourselves and our world to their taste.

Then they cast us away, to create delicate worlds they could not touch themselves, but had to create tools to simply touch. Weak, they were, you all are. We would not accept this, could not accept this and we attacked. We invaded the worlds, crushing them, bringing them to becoming like ours. They were still weak, too servile to be true demons, but too powerful to be mere mortals. When we encountered the first of your "gods" we laughed, watching they slaughter the weaklings before descending on them ourselves, tearing it's very essence asunder. It was then we learned of the tools and oh, how we laughed. Such simple things, we made our own in mockery of the Elder Gods and spread them forth, to show how little it takes to corrupt and deceive you weaklings.

One by one, the worlds fell and our numbers swelled. We had heard the lies, that the Elder Gods were gone, that they had not been seen in millenia, but we refuse to believe it. They have simply continued past this weak world, perhaps with the knowledge they feed us more souls, more soldiers to bring against them, for their ultimate demise. You ask for our history, I have told you. Now, it is time to uphold your end of the bargain, mage. You are bound as well as I to honor our deal.

With this, the mage surrendered, opening the rift to the Infernal Planes, releasing the Devil he had bound. It wasted no time, tearing the mage's soul from their body and pulling wide the gates with the blood sacrifice. The infernal legions swarmed through, and the demon's domain grew yet again.