Writing

The human society

Humans are social creatures.

They prefer interstitial existences to those of demons like us.

We demons live simple lives.

Humans conquer the world while we watch them from the shadows. As I admire them from a distance, they fear us.

My curiosity always got the best of me, and I sneaked into the human community as one of them, adapting to their ways.

They told tales of my ancestors as monsters. I should've known that those were my warning signs. The sign that I was playing a dangerous game with fire

My comrades had warned me of the dangers of the monsters of the land. I disseminated each warning sign for my own indulgence.

But one young boy in the village had seen my true form, and one thing led to another. A frightened little boy told the elder the terror he witnessed. The villigers grabbed their forks and started marching around looking for the so-called beast. They killed any demon on sight, no answer, no objection. They believed that because we were demons who lived in the darkness, we didn't deserve this land. As they do now, we shall forever be banished. 

I couldn't escape unharmed; they had ripped my clothing and decorated me with bruises and scrapes all over my body. But I didn't think that I needed to kill a human to save my life because of the idea that humans were once fascinated, but now I know that there are the most blood hearted monsters in all the lands.