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"A long time ago when I was a kid, I was never good at magic. I couldn't even levitate a stupid orange. Every time I tried it would burst into blue flames. It took me forever to learn how to do it, seeing as all the other demons my age could use high level spells, like shifting shapes, high level levitation spells, mind magic. And I knew nothing. Once I got the hang of my powers I was a natural. Even exerting pasted those who had surpassed me. When I was around my teen years I went to the high magic council in my home demention. I had developed spells to fight. These spells could give a demon an advantage in combat, like a self heal and regeneration of vital limbs. I had offered this power to better our army and police force. All I asked was a spot on the council to teach others my spells. One of the members of the coincil members turned me away, I turned my back on them in anger and took off before the head member of the Council could stop me and offer me a spot on the coincil as his appearance. That was the same night as the massacre that I caused. Rage filled my blood, and mind. They needed me. I knew they needed me. But they turned me away like fools. I'd show them. I'd watch them burn. And just like that...a single thought...that single thought...I watched as a small black flame grew into a raging black fiery infurno. I listened to the cries of demons down below as I floated above the town I grew up in. Demons that I knew being engulfed in these twisted black flames that insinuated all they touched. I remember smiling to myself as I watched them all burn! I felt happy. I felt powerful. No one could do anything to stop my flames from distroying all they touched. If I couldn't be part of the Council...no one could! I remember the screams of the demons down below crying out for their families or for help. But no one was going to come. I wasn't going to let them! I wanted more, I wanted to hear them pled and beg for their pathetic lives. But I won't take pity for them. No...I wanted them all to burn in those black flames. Soon after though when the screams died away I floated above a eerie black landscape of ashes. Silence filled the nothingness. I was alone now. The only one who servived the massacre of the black flames. I don't care. I turned my back on that demention. I had liberated my kind. And I was hell bent on doing it again. I opened a portol and went through it. Leaving the lost carnage what used to be my home demention. To set out and destroy others lives just like mine was destroyed. It was that fateful day that I stopped caring for everyone else and only cared for myself and my goals. I didn't care who I hurt, or killed if it meant I would get my revenge. I became a monster. I held no regret for what I'd done. So that's it...that's the story of the black flames. That's what they can do to a demon. Once they're released on a world they can't be stopped. I used the once for just a few seconds and it took a large effect on me. Remembering every little detail of that bloody massacre I created. I have never! Never crowded before until I used those flames again. I swore I'd never use them again when I met Aurora and Dipper. It was because of them I felt something I lost so long ago. These flames kill...these flames are cursed. I thought I was the only one who would ever possess these flames. But what I saw in the dreamscape woke me up to see clear as day how wrong I was. Dipper not only will become a dream demon because of my carelessness but possesses the most powerful and deadly black magic out there. I saw first hand that not even the immortality spell Azazel used on himself is immune to the black flames. I'm to blame for all this. Azazel's return, Aurora's fall, Dipper's change, Mabel's torture. I'm just bad luck! I can't change. Everyone I ever care about died or get hurt or leave me. I'm a bad person. I'm sorry. I'm so fucken sorry." Bill said as he broke into tears.

I both love myself and hate myself for this seance. This is Bill's life. This is his story. It's fucken tragic! Tragic!

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"A long time ago when I was a kid, I was never good at magic. I couldn't even levitate a stupid orange. Every time I tried it would burst into blue flames. It took me forever to learn how to do it, seeing as all the other demons my age could use high level spells, like shifting shapes, high level levitation spells, mind magic. And I knew nothing. Once I got the hang of my powers I was a natural. Even exerting pasted those who had surpassed me. When I was around my teen years I went to the high magic council in my home demention. I had developed spells to fight. These spells could give a demon an advantage in combat, like a self heal and regeneration of vital limbs. I had offered this power to better our army and police force. All I asked was a spot on the council to teach others my spells. One of the members of the coincil members turned me away, I turned my back on them in anger and took off before the head member of the Council could stop me and offer me a spot on the coincil as his appearance. That was the same night as the massacre that I caused. Rage filled my blood, and mind. They needed me. I knew they needed me. But they turned me away like fools. I'd show them. I'd watch them burn. And just like that...a single thought...that single thought...I watched as a small black flame grew into a raging black fiery infurno. I listened to the cries of demons down below as I floated above the town I grew up in. Demons that I knew being engulfed in these twisted black flames that insinuated all they touched. I remember smiling to myself as I watched them all burn! I felt happy. I felt powerful. No one could do anything to stop my flames from distroying all they touched. If I couldn't be part of the Council...no one could! I remember the screams of the demons down below crying out for their families or for help. But no one was going to come. I wasn't going to let them! I wanted more, I wanted to hear them pled and beg for their pathetic lives. But I won't take pity for them. No...I wanted them all to burn in those black flames. Soon after though when the screams died away I floated above a eerie black landscape of ashes. Silence filled the nothingness. I was alone now. The only one who servived the massacre of the black flames. I don't care. I turned my back on that demention. I had liberated my kind. And I was hell bent on doing it again. I opened a portol and went through it. Leaving the lost carnage what used to be my home demention. To set out and destroy others lives just like mine was destroyed. It was that fateful day that I stopped caring for everyone else and only cared for myself and my goals. I didn't care who I hurt, or killed if it meant I would get my revenge. I became a monster. I held no regret for what I'd done. So that's it...that's the story of the black flames. That's what they can do to a demon. Once they're released on a world they can't be stopped. I used the once for just a few seconds and it took a large effect on me. Remembering every little detail of that bloody massacre I created. I have never! Never crowded before until I used those flames again. I swore I'd never use them again when I met Aurora and Dipper. It was because of them I felt something I lost so long ago. These flames kill...these flames are cursed. I thought I was the only one who would ever possess these flames. But what I saw in the dreamscape woke me up to see clear as day how wrong I was. Dipper not only will become a dream demon because of my carelessness but possesses the most powerful and deadly black magic out there. I saw first hand that not even the immortality spell Azazel used on himself is immune to the black flames. I'm to blame for all this. Azazel's return, Aurora's fall, Dipper's change, Mabel's torture. I'm just bad luck! I can't change. Everyone I ever care about died or get hurt or leave me. I'm a bad person. I'm sorry. I'm so fucken sorry." Bill said as he broke into tears.

I both love myself and hate myself for this seance. This is Bill's life. This is his story. It's fucken tragic! Tragic!