As the demon probed Surburbia, it halted as it sense something.
The demon could feel it, the detestable power of the gods that imprisoned it. It rubbed against it's senses like a steel wool on skin as the demon had nursed its timeless hate and anger against
Though the demon was confused.
Their power was weak...laughable compared to what it was against the demon's memory. It was like comparing a deep fog to an open ocean, their presence was the same but there was no substance other than air. The demon felt savage delight. It seems, much like itself, time had stripped them of most of their might but vague remnants clung to this world because of humanity's faith in them.
It sensed pockets of their power near and far. They stood out to the demon like bonfires in the night. Some were stronger than the other, but all of them twinkled brightly to the demon's eyes.
A vindictive desire to corrupt what remained of them filled it. To pervert what humans considered sacred to the gods, it would love to nothing more to spite them.
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