Days had since passed, and David was still trying to get him to play Second Life. It had been out for a day now and David was still going strong. Harry was once again in the living room, sitting indian style of the couch boredly watching the television on the back wall. The apartment was small, with a hallway connecting the front door to the kitchen and living room in the front, and in the back on each side of the hallway was their respective bedrooms. David was sprawled on the floor between the couch and the glass coffee table, moaning about how he wouldn't play the game.

"Oh come on! You know I've been working on the game since the idea first came out! I at least want my best friend to tell me if he likes it!"

When they had first came here, it had been a little over seventy years ago. They had soon figured out that time in the worlds worked differently. Their internal clock was set for their world, and in this world, ten years here equals one year in their original world. Even though they were both around the later-nineties, they both looked as if they were twenty-seven. It had made for some interesting travels though. In the time they had been here, they had both gone to various different universities in different countries and states, learning to pass the time. David had gotten into game design in the last twenty years, and had managed to get a high job in the company that made Second Life.

Of course, once David realized the potential it had to make Harry better again, he had gone all out in making him play. Well, trying to make him play it. Harry sighed and shifted his legs to get the blood flowing again. He stared at the television once more without really seeing it before slowly moving his gaze to David. He perked up at Harry's gaze.

"What would you give me?" He asked.

David blinked rapidly. "What would I give you?"

"Yes." Harry said bluntly.

"Uuumm..." David stuttered.

Harry raised an eyebrow with a faintly expectant look.

"I'll... give you a special wish!" David exclaimed.

Another eyebrow was raised. "A.. wish?"

David nodded seriously. "Yes."

Slowly, Harry nodded as well. A shocked look came over David's face.

"Really? Really?! It was that easy? Why didn't you just say yes earlier?!" David shouted.

"Because you wouldn't stop bothering me."

"Tch."

"Don't copy me."

David shoved a box in Harry's hands as he sat at the edge of his bed. On the front of the box facing Harry was a blatantly happy smiling face with the Second Life helmet on, and immediately he began to regret his decision. Overly happy things irritated him. If everything in the game was that happy, then he refused to play it. He raised his eyes to meet David's eager ones.

"Go on, open it!" He whispered excitedly.

Harry looked back to the box and with a slight grimace carefully opened to box pulling out a bubble wrapped helmet. He unwrapped the helmet from the bubble wrap, tempted to just play with the bubble wrap instead. David snatched the wrap away before he could play with it however.

"Alright, all you have to do is put it on, turn it on, and go to sleep. So do it!" David was almost shouting now.

Harry shot him an annoyed look before doing as he said, waving David out so he could attempt to sleep. He couldn't fall asleep when other people were near, paranoia and old habits from the War still with him even after all these years. He laid down and closed his eyes.

A black expanse greeting him moments after.

Harry frowned, noticing that he was standing upwards in the blackness right before blinding white light illuminated everything and David's voice rang out.

"Just wait one moment Harry, we have to do an infrared and sound wave scan."

Harry glared through watering eyes at a blurry David.

"I did not know you were a GM."

David grinned widely. "Of course! After working on the game for so long you would thin I would. And anyway, I requested it. Now that the scans are done as soon as you put on the helmet I gave you, you can start playing." He ended cheerfully.

Harry got a slightly anxious feeling in his chest. "You... requested it?"

David's grin grew nervous." Um, yes?"

The anxious feeling grew. "You planned this didn't you?"

Nervousness seemed to come off in waves of David now and his eyes slightly shifted to the side. "Uumm... yes?" He squeaked.

It took all Harry had not to kill David at that moment, as he got the confirmation that David had specially requested to become a GM just to keep an eye on him. Instead, he counted to ten in all the different languages he knew and pinched the bridge of his nose tightly. He took a deep calming breath before facing David again.

"Let's just get this over with." He sighed.

Across from him David seemed to deflate with relief after he didn't get attacked and waved a hand in the air. "First all you have to do is choose a race."

Harry jumped as the many different races appeared around him.

"The main races are divided into humans, elves, dark elves, dwarfs, celestials, elementals and beasts." David had regained his cheerfulness by the end of his sentence.

As Harry looked around at the many different races, he knew that the creation of his character was going to take quite a while.

Gaze roving over all the races, only one caught his eye.

"Let me see myself in demon form."

Immediately all the other races disappeared and his demon form took place in front of him. Their body structures were exactly the same. Short though lithe with wiry muscles and long limbs made for speed and precision rather than strength. Long silky hair flowed down his back to his knees with the signature messiness that defined his hair. Only one glowing green eye devoid of a pupil stared back at him, the other covered by his fringe. His character grinned at him showing him perfectly straight teeth - but what surprised him the most was the length and sharpness of his top canines. They were almost the length of a vampire's with the sharpness of a lethal blade but easily hidden behind his lips.

He was wearing flowing plain black robes that draped around his form seductively, something he frowned at and made a mental note to change. Two long, thin ivory horns protruded from his temples and curled back to run parallel to his head until it turned slightly upwards at the ends, tapered to a shining, sharp end. The ivory color of his horns contrasted nicely with the pitch black of his hair, something Harry appreciated. Harry glanced down to his characters hands and was surprised once again. His fingertips were long cruel claws, almost four inches long and entirely black. His toes ended in the same way if a little bit shorter and curled towards the ground. Harry's eyes caught movement and swishing through the air was a black tail. A tail that belonged to the character before him. It was as long as Harry was tall, and looked leathery though as he looked closer he saw fine black hairs completely covering it.

It seemed his character was designed to define beauty. He wasn't really surprised seeing as much of the demons he had ever met in his time were all extremely beautiful. The only reason for their beauty was to attract humans so they could kill them though... Harry mentally shuddered. He looked away from his character to see David staring at his character contemplatively.

"It kind of fits you."

Harry blinked at the blunt statement and cocked his head to the side in a silent question. David hesitated before answering letting Harry know that whatever he had to say pertained to the war.

"You used to be called a demon..." David trailed off sadly.

It was true. After it was only he and David, Harry seemingly lost all morals and restraints. He killed brutally and without mercy. Nothing could stop him from getting to his lifetime enemy, and with David at his side he seemed unstoppable. In those dark times David was his moral compass and the one to control him, but on the battlefield... They worked as if they were one. Fighting back to back going all out on their foes. Even now they retained their awareness of each other. To others it seemed as if they were reading each others minds, or as if they were twins in everything but blood.

"Even here the past still follows me." Harry murmured. "However, maybe I can be a different demon this time."

David stared at him questioningly.

"This time, maybe I can be the one who lives under monsters beds, the one who beasts close the door of their closets in fear of, and the one who lurks in the shadows to prey on demons. I swear it."

David chuckled and walked over to Harry to stand at his side. He clasped a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll drink to that."