Name: Scaborillis the Grotesque
Current Assignment Location: Liver Pool Earth
Reason for reassignment request:
For a start, there has clearly been a cock up in the assignment department. I was told I was going to somewhere they
spoke English, but none of the humans so far has spoken in any way recognisable to what was taught in Basic Modern English for Demonic Tongues Class.
I even got a black star in that, forefiting my badge for sloth in the infernal training charts, so something has definitely gone wrong.
Next, I am not an acquatic demon and the location I have been dropped in has rained almost unceasingly since I arrived.
I can only assume the humans do posess residual gills under their clothes. I reckon a water-fond demon would be much better- is Lord Hastur free?
Finally, no sooner had I arrived on the scene of the temptation (also need to have a word with the infernal maps department
their directions brought me up on the top of a street called something like Faith or Hope or something and there are TWO MASSIVE
CONSECRATED BUILDINGS ON THERE. My paws will never be the same. Anyway, as I said, finally got to the sight of temptation and greed
and began searching for The Target only to be bowled over by an entire mob of humans going into a place of sin and despair
OF THEIR OWN ACCORD. BISMARK I think it was called. Let me tell you, the fellas over in Eternal Pits could learn lessons from
whoever designed that place. Ugh. Anyway after finally clawing my way free, right, I followed The Target to
a local takeaway shop and in order to blend in ordered some human sustenance food.
When I got out of the building I was focussed on following my target until suddenly I was surrounded.
Their eyes. White wings.
No worse than angels.
Bloody Seed Gulls I think they're called- are they one of ours? If they aren't they should be and if they are they should
know better than to interrupt a jobbing demon. Anyway I'm bloodied, bruised, cold and wet and quite frankly even a transfer
back to scraping out the hellhound exercise pen with my tongue sounds more relaxing than staying up here.
BIG EVIL YELLOW EYES.
THEY HUNT IN PACKS .
I think they know my name. Get me outta here!