Dear Diary,

It had been... about six months since Mentality's death. I'm being honest, I'm losing all hope that she'll come back... it's my fault.. I couldn't save her... God damn it, now I'm crying again..

The others don't wanna bring her up. They want me.. to be happy... They don't understand, THEY didn't loose someone that they was going to marry at some point.. God, I miss my baby so fucking much... Celina misses having her mom to talk to.. Ash misses having someone he could truly connect with..

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She'll come back... she's got to...

She's got to..

Maniac sighed as her closed his diary, sliding it into his top drawer as he closed his eyes. Mentality had been gone for what felt like millions of years, yet it had only been six months. He was longing for the girls contact more and more, staying in his room for longer and longer a say. He had began never going out his room, starving himself and dissociating more often than usual. He desperately needed Mentality back, or he would starve himself to death..

98... 99... 100...
Mentality swung off the bar attached to a rock that she was using to do pullups, easily landing on the floor as she flexed her arms. The demons gaze flickered second at the land she knew so well after being for half a year. She had finally grown stronger than she thought her body could go through, her muscles clearly defined, bags no longer under her eyes, her whole body seeming better since she had been caring for herself much much more. The thing is... something was wrong... she wasn't at home..

The girl was forced to stay in her demon form hell; a shocking 12' tall, dark grey skin, darker red eyes than normal, large black demon wings sprouting from her back, red demon horns forced our of her skull, a slick red demon tail, tattered black hand that had been torn to make shorts, and a black long sleeved shirt torn to make a crop top. The main feature on her face was her jaw, covered by a mask. Under the mask, was a frightful sught; a dislocated, most likely diseased jaw with flesh harshly torn around it, bone showing across half her mouth and blood constantly pouring from the mark. Mentality had attempted to fix it by seeing her wounds up, this failing and instead making it bleed more. Along her body were blood scars which were all poorly torn together and marks so deep you could see her bone. She couldn't fix this; this look represented how she felt when she died..

Mentality sighed as she drank some water, simply placing the bottle back down before picking off the ground with her wings and taking flight. She soon landed in front of Raven, the rupert of the underworld. She was quick to speak, interrupting what the other was going to say. "I want to go back home... and I'll accept any fucking deal you have so I can go... please... I don't want them to suffer anymore.." she muttered, bowing her head weakly to the other. "I'm willing to do anything you say, just to go back to them... please... anything at all... I am at your command, mistress.."

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