DEMONANGEL
I do not want. I do not need. I only live. That is my purpose…to live.
I sit in my tower that the city has built for me. I do not need it. If it were to be destroyed, I would not be upset for although it is mine I do not need or want.
I sit, day in and night out, staring out the single window of the room I have grown up in all of my life. I have never seen any other being like myself save for my nanny. She however left me when I was old enough to not “need” her anymore. The only other live things I’ve seen are animals that wander by. Foxes, squirrels, and an occasional bird that sits on the windowsill.
I do not need or want company. I am fine by myself. I have a job to do. To live, live for the city till my time comes and they come to replace me with another “chosen one.”
I stare off into the horizon, my eyes fixated on The Tower. It is not like my tower for it is in the city and people live there. I have seen lights shinning in the windows during the evening and silhouettes dancing in the windows. I do not know how I acquired such keen sight, but it is useful. I do not even know how I acquired my knowledge of the world, I have never taken a step outside of my tower…I do not need to…I do not want to.
I am the ANGEL.
I need. I want. I destroy. That is my purpose…to destroy.
I despise the city. They sicken me, blindly following a dead, self acclaimed god. What nonsense. Such idiocy. I want to destroy The Tower.
I hunger for vengeance. I thirst for the blood of the citizens. I need revenge. I want to hear their screams of anguish and pain. Their perfect world needs to be shattered.
I want rest. I need the company of a bed mate. She must be pure, so that I may take satisfaction in tainting her. I smile, imagining, planning, searching.
I wander the land, cursed with exile. I can reside in the city no longer. They deemed me evil, misguided, dangerous, wrong.
I will slaughter them all. They will all suffer. I am not to be taken lightly. I am not to be killed easily. I am not to be stopped. I shall over come.
I walk alone, traveling to where I began. I see the flames in my mind, hear the screams in my ears, feel the blood on my hands.
I want them gone. They need to be destroyed. I shall end them.
I am the DEMON.
I sit in my tower that the city has built for me. I do not need it. If it were to be destroyed, I would not be upset for although it is mine I do not need or want.
I sit, day in and night out, staring out the single window of the room I have grown up in all of my life. I have never seen any other being like myself save for my nanny. She however left me when I was old enough to not “need” her anymore. The only other live things I’ve seen are animals that wander by. Foxes, squirrels, and an occasional bird that sits on the windowsill.
I do not need or want company. I am fine by myself. I have a job to do. To live, live for the city till my time comes and they come to replace me with another “chosen one.”
I stare off into the horizon, my eyes fixated on The Tower. It is not like my tower for it is in the city and people live there. I have seen lights shinning in the windows during the evening and silhouettes dancing in the windows. I do not know how I acquired such keen sight, but it is useful. I do not even know how I acquired my knowledge of the world, I have never taken a step outside of my tower…I do not need to…I do not want to.
I am the ANGEL.
I need. I want. I destroy. That is my purpose…to destroy.
I despise the city. They sicken me, blindly following a dead, self acclaimed god. What nonsense. Such idiocy. I want to destroy The Tower.
I hunger for vengeance. I thirst for the blood of the citizens. I need revenge. I want to hear their screams of anguish and pain. Their perfect world needs to be shattered.
I want rest. I need the company of a bed mate. She must be pure, so that I may take satisfaction in tainting her. I smile, imagining, planning, searching.
I wander the land, cursed with exile. I can reside in the city no longer. They deemed me evil, misguided, dangerous, wrong.
I will slaughter them all. They will all suffer. I am not to be taken lightly. I am not to be killed easily. I am not to be stopped. I shall over come.
I walk alone, traveling to where I began. I see the flames in my mind, hear the screams in my ears, feel the blood on my hands.
I want them gone. They need to be destroyed. I shall end them.
I am the DEMON.