Killer thoughts

I stared at the demon. I was barely clinging on to my consciousness. "W-why?" I croaked.

"Why you ask, so you remember those times you stood for the weak but you were weak yourself, I was like that except for I couldn't stand for the weak!", "For 36 million years getting judged because of my strength by every demon, even my ancestors, Why the fuck would I associate myself with them". He panted in anger "Fuck!". He drilled a hole in my stomach. It stretched out to my organs but didn't fully pierce me. However instead of bleeding out and dying, I slowly regenerated myself. "So the memory cells are working" he said with a crazed look on his face. He laughed maniacally. All I could do is stare. "What am I without you, a demon, no no no no, NO!", "Without you, I'm nothing but a corpse in a vast wasteland" Crimson tears dropped from his eyes. They spread onto the floor and the room started dripping with the crimson liquid. "Without you, I have killer thoughts".