Puck's hair had slowed its growing, the distress had worn him down. Even though he was ageless, his energy was very low. Partly this was due to a depleted morale, yet mostly because of the effect the thousands of gamers had on his vitality, disturbing his psyche by targeting him daily and blasting him with their virtual weapons. Puck was sensitive to the thoughts of others and this attention was powerfully destructive.
Pepper's own hair had blanched to a strawberry blonde in empathy for her brother. Her days were filled with working on deliveries for the farm and helping out where she could. She was hopeful for a holiday some time soon.
The mood was grim. Puck saw the human world through only dark glasses and he was horrified. Demons were everywhere riding on the backs of men - literally these invisible wraiths suckled the vitality of desires, feeding from the demise of the mortals that bore them. Scrawny ghouls fixed themselves to the unaware souls, who behaved in turn, very badly. Manners and morals faded from importance. Power and standing became supreme.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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