Today I went to the surface and looked at the sun rise, progress across the sky, and then set. Great white clouds moved slowly, but inexorably, overhead. Small birds sang their mating and territorial songs. An insect I do not know the name of landed on me and sat there for over an hour before departing.
I wept at the beauty, and then laughed, and then I was silent.
I returned to the Demonic planes refreshed. Even if all demons and all humans are wiped out, even if every plan both ill and good goes awry, it is okay.
We but a small part of the world's greatness, and beauty. It would be a shame to lose that part, but an infinite beauty, reduced, is still infinite.
-Private Journal of the Demon Master Dzu