I walk through my village with Dad. It felt like I was a stranger here. I didn't feel right here. I look around. It looked the same. Everyone was looking at me. They weren't afraid. I was playing a sinister tune. My signature back in Hell, when most demons hear it. They run scared. 

"Intresting music son." Dad said.

I nod. Dad looked worried. My shadow friend was near me. The one who resembled me. He put his hands on my shoulders. 

"Son, may I ask you what happened when you were down there?" He asks.

I stop. I still remember the screams. I remember the blood. I quiver just thinking about what they did to me. 

"Varian?" Dad asked.

My friend hugs me. I still shake a little. Dad put his hand on my shoulder. I back away from him. 

"I uh.. don't like being touched. Yeah, people in Hell don't like being touched because it usually leads to very bad things." I say. 

"I understand Son." He said.

I continue to walk with him. He fears me. I can smell it off him. Everyone fears the Radio Demon.