*code flashes, the view becomes clear, the demond beast runs to a enclosed area in union park. He approaches a figure in shadow, with bright red glowing eyes. He stares at the figure's eyes, bows, and begins to speak* "Master, I refuse...I will no longer do work for you anymore. What you say is not the truth. DemondHunter, the owner of the RSI, the dead man, wasn't all bad, he had a purpose, although it was clouded, he still had one. I believe in his death I'm suppose to pick up his work. There's always room for mercy, and forgiveness, demond's belief in his God, has showed me such. I am going to work for the Machines. It will take much work, to gain the trust from the Operatives, if I ever get it, to get respect from the liasions, and to prove to the Programs I will serve as a fine Machinist Soldier, but it will be done. *the figure's eyes glow more vibrantly, it speaks* "You stupid fool, you are nothing without me. The humans cannot accept you, you're not DemondHunter, you're the crap he left behind. A corrupted RSI, now turned virus filled shell....I am the only one who can use you, the others you are useless to. Our work is putting things forward, the Operatives do NOTHING" "You are wrong, DemondHunter has not only left a shell, with great potential and abilities, but he has left a burn mark, a burn mark that lets me know of hope. You can't take that away from me, and the human Operatives are more accepting then you think, some of them even work with programs, some even protect them. "We shall see..."
*The building shakes, the figure disappears, and DemonD runs out, in enough time to be safe from the falling wreckage* "I need to call Freelancer117...he knows to know about...this...and....the the line cuts, opens into static, then nothing but a low pitched beep*
