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Nothing
For the past few months, it has felt nothing from the demon realm. At first, it had felt great dying with thousands close to the end. Then the collector arrived stopping it with a wave of his finger. At first, it was glad although it loved its job it still wanted to continue its duty in the demon realm. As a bonus seeing the cancer that called itself human reduce to paste was satisfying. But then the immortal decides to play god by forcing most of its inhabitants into a deathless and lifeless state. As such it can’t do the job it loves so much.
To make matters worse the cancer survived. Unsurprisingly it is surviving the way it has always survived. Leaching off others like a determined parasite. This time its form matches what it truly is. Disputes its best efforts it is still dying slowly but surely. Soon it will finally meet its end after four centuries. it can wait for a bit longer
However, until then it still has one other problem the human witch. When she first saw her she was confused she made a point to know who was living and who was dead. Then she saw her again when her father died. And again for every misadventure in the demon realm. Over time they developed a healthy respect for her. In the months since the great near-death however the human started to become depressed believing that because of her every one is suffering. Now it has reached the point where she has lost all value in her life. This infuriated them. Despite its job, it truly believed that life is a gift and this human was wasting it in her self-loathing. So why should she keep it?