So I decided to write a continuation of a script I already wrote and voiced myself, of course I do plan to upload it here and allow others free reign to make use of it, as I did with my first one, this is something I plan to do, to not only make better use of my time, but as a side project. I can't guarantee the quality, writing stories is something I'm still fairly new at, and originality may be in short supply. Now then, I plan to look for more VA work as I do this little self-imposed side quest, maybe I'll work triple time, make a comic- nah, that'll just be a pain, please encourage me, you who took the time to check my profile and read through this "Subject".

It's the continuation of What Does a Demon Pray to? if I wasn't clear enough.

I've been doing some VA work, and I'm looking forward to the end result, this should be my first real collaboration. Keeping it secret for now.

I'm back in, and as stated in my last "news post" I plan to be much, much more active than I was starting out. for those that cared enough to look at my profile, do note, I have basically no idea what I got myself into.

Once I get a new recording device, I plan to be tens of times more active in VA work

What Does A Demon Pray to?

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A Demon Slayer of a notable Church walks towards a prone and crawling humanoid creature with purple skin, two small but sharp horns crowning either side of the creature's forehead, and a long thin tail with an arrowhead shape decorating the tip, behind the creature is a small trail of blood. The Slayer stabs the head of his(/her) spear into the thigh of the creature.

And with a sadistic grin, the Slayer takes a knee beside it and says.

Church Demon Slayer: "Tell me, what does a Demon pray to?"

Suffering not only from the previous wound but now from the spearhead lodged into his(/her) thigh, coughing and reeling from the pain, and finally, with laboured breaths between each pause, the Demon spoke.

Demon: *Coughing* "...We.. pray to nothing"

Not surprised at all by the Demon's remark, the Slayer, with a sigh.

Church Demon Slayer: "oh? Very well, I was curious, but if it's nothing-"

Interrupted by the Demons cough, followed up by words filled with desperation.

Demon: *cough* "Wait... wait, I suppose there's something"

Annoyed at being interrupted, the Slayer spitefully twists the spear that's lodged into the Demon's thigh, terrible screams can be heard from the Demon, but the Slayer cared not.

Church Demon Slayer: *tsk* "Always so proud.. at least until your final breaths, well? spit it out"

Recovering from the shock, the Demon spoke once more, this time accompanied by more laboured breaths between each pause.

Demon: "Why... why would we pray to the Gods, why would we send... a signal to our location... to the very being that sends you 'monsters' after our lives?"

A dumbfound look paints the Slayers face if only for a moment, following that a light chuckle.

Church Demon Slayer: "'Monster', oh you know how to make me laugh"

Resigned to his(/her) fate, the demon says with a sigh, and again with laboured breaths

Demon: *sigh* "To answer your question... we pray for our Kin... our Families... and Friends, but it's only us, we get cut down one-by-one... and without a second thought. Why do humans have gods to bestow their power?... Why are we demons alone?"

The Slayer plainly looked at the Demon, Stood up, grabbed the spear's handle, forcefully yanked the spearhead out of the Demon's thigh, and with a voice full of disdain.

Church Demon Slayer: "Honestly, you demons prattle on far too long, if I listened to every single speech you filthy creatures spout out... well, I'd be here all day. oh well, time to draw your last breath"

END

I personally wrote this entire script, and frankly, for my first time writing one, I say it came out great.

High up, crowning the grassy summit of a swelling mound whose sides are wooded near the base with the gnarled trees of the primeval forest, stands the old chateau of my ancestors. For centuries its lofty battlements have frowned down upon the wild and rugged countryside about, serving as a home and stronghold for the proud house whose honoured line is older even than the moss-grown castle walls.

Uploading two Samples where I read this quote