Outlive everyone you love, everyone you've tried to protect. Watch them snuffed out one by one because of you, because of what you are. Because of the thing you've become.
The words drove him like bitter sleet at his back, sometimes the demon's voice, sometimes Richie's. It was hard to tell them apart. Blood haunted his vision, and he knew not if it was real or only his bitter shame, the stain of his failure.
You should have known. Your father named you. Demon. Devil.
He thought he'd seen the same disgust in his friends' eyes.
Don't look back.