Raise him a monster, or.
The devil grew within himself when the door was closed and another life sacrificed. The only thin thread he was holding on finally teared apart. He knew that this moment was going to come. Closer than he thought, but even the moves were calculated. He is no amateur, though his first time was never practical. It had lived for so long in his dream, vividly, every time he sleeps at night. It colors dark, sometimes red. But both were the color of something burning, turning into ashes. Just like he drew his hope of his childhood, all turns into one ashes just by the time he knew that he’s not going to meet another of his kind.
But he found the body. The lifeless whom he thought shared the same blood of his. The empty scream spoke the pain of the indifferent, of a monster who sold its soul for ease and instead found hell. The next time he saw his reflection, nothing would ever guess the demon, decaying creatures of the abyss, was wrapped itself neatly underneath his pale skin.
He would never bow to the angel voices.
No mercy for theirs, nor ours.
