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I, Demonslayer

   With a look of fearful doubt I started on a journey to the place where the skeletons in my closet play with the toys in my attic:
  There stood a demon looming over me, blinding me with his shadow.  I shined a light on him and the demon disappeared, and underneath was but a man of stone without a face.  A chisel and an intimate understanding took care of the rest.
  There was a demon curled in fetal position, rocking and whispering questions to himself.  I led him to a library in which he could find the answers.  He smiled as he read through the truths he had sought for so long, but for which he had been too scared to search.  When he was satisfied, he smiled again, and disappeared as would smoke.
  I continued on my way and saw another demon screaming in pain as he stabbed a poison dagger into his own heart.  I asked him why he would afflict himself so and he only answered "Because I deserve it."  As he drew back to commit the blade again, I stopped his hand and pried the dagger from his grip.  He collapsed to his knees crying of his guilt.  When he was done accepting his responsibility his tears stopped.  He looked to me, pointed to the horizon, and said "Others need you."  As I turned and left, he followed.
  We walked into the light of the sun and there, in the shade of a weeping willow, sat yet another demon, clutching a porcelain heart.  He laughed maniacally as he used all his strength in attempt to crush it.  Nothing happened.  But, where his strength had failed him, his words did not.  He spoke to it with a silver tongue and a crack appeared.  I had to do something!  So I ran to him and plunged the poison dagger that was now cold in my hand into his neck.  His words stopped, his blood ran, and he slumped to the ground, dead.  I carefully picked up the porcelain heart and handed it to my new companion.  "Return this to whom it belongs," I said, "and if she is disappointed with the crack, replace it with mine."  The messenger then hastened on his way with the last confession of I, Demonslayer.
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