A Demon's Tale, Part 2

What is the worst thing you can do to a demon?

Torture is out. We put the BDSM community to shame without breaking a sweat. Fear? We fear our overlords every second of our existence. It's the only thing that keeps us in line. And it isn't like we have things or people we care about you can threaten. We exist only for ourselves, for our own pleasure and continuance.

That, then is the key, you see? What is the worst thing you can do? You make a demon care. Bit by bit, you let them realize that there is more to the universe than just themselves and their own perverse desires. That every one of those beings they've tormented and corrupted is a real person with their own mind, their own story, and their own feelings. You let them see the truth of what they are and what they've done.

I still don't know why the angel came and did what it did. Whether it had sought me out specifically, was just testing a new weapon against our kind, or was cast into hell on some other reason and fought us the only way it truly could. It died long before I knew to ask.

Hell lost a general that day, though it was a long time before it knew it. Before I knew it. Empathy crept in at the edges of my perception. Every day I started to second-guess a little bit more, a foreign notion to me at the time. Hell had no place or reason for doubt. My underlings spotted the weakness as it infected me and it wasn't long before I was cast down from my place of power.

Not long thereafter that I was cast out from hell entirely.