Diary of a Demon

“She does not belong to our community. She can never be part of our Universe. She is an outsider trying to fit in. We are black magicians, sorcerors and above all, geniuses of the universe. She is an ordinary medium of our communication and oppression” commanded the leader of the black magician clan. We are demons. I am a demon and she is a pesky human interface. Harry was the leader of the community of black magicians known for his grit and determination to succeed at everything. Even if it be dominating a human instrument to the point of her extinction. They just want power.

“Don’t mix with her. Just play with her. She is just a game”, added others

We thrive on everything bad and negative. We live in a magical world of illusions inhabited by tantric practices and other-worldly norms. She is needed badly by us otherwise she is a misfit.

"She is our best game to have ever played". Let us see who wins the game today" , I scribe everyday on my diary. This is my diary, diary of a demon which is a witness to the love of a woman despite hatred, contempt and all things bad. It is a witness to human slavery, torture, spiritual malpractices on human instrument, battle of egos and above all, my recordings of our co-existence.