Marsden would strive to please the demons, yet his master was self-pride. He had commissioned monuments and portraits, displaying them all with extravagant promotion. Throughout the virtual communities of Phoenix and within the real world too: art centres and public parks, were grandiose sculptures, drinking fountains and illuminated billboards, all portraying his powerful self. He was sending out a message that his eye was on the community, and that his presence being everywhere, was worthy of celebrating.
He had also created artworks, which resembled the unattractive alien beings he was entangled with. He did not do this from respect, but for appeasement. His fealty was plastic, he really did not care for their kind at all.
In point of fact, the human being that was still left in him was repelled by their reptilian ways, yet it was very difficult for him to disassociate from the entity who had attached itself to the back of his neck and imbedded itself at the base of his head. It would even speak to him when he tried to sleep, and interject with cruel and snide mutterings, just when he needed to rest.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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