Everyday has a beginning and an end. You write a story with your life, adding chapters as the time go on, you become a character in others books. You change as the story does. One day you're on top of the world, next swarming in the pits of hell. Think about it. Well hell can be a good place. Right? Humans tend to think otherwise. A human can only believe what they want. What they can face. Their own damn feelings can blind them. However, darling, I'm not a human.
What am I? That is for you to tell.
You can guess, 'you're a demon!' No. Well maybe. Oh but dear I could be the king of hell if I wanted. What else am I then. I am a monster. I'm a monster. A vampire? A werewolf? It gets better, a justin bieber lover? Again no. I'm an angel. Again maybe. I'm known as Kastviel. Similar to castiel, yes I'm well aware of the name. I'm mostly called by name of Ziva.
Ziva means 'brilliance of god' and Kastviel means 'fallen of the soul' got real ups and downs here. Names mean nothing. You can be the worlds most prized person and be named clif. I've proven my point.
One word. Christ. That burns in my mouth. Actually dove I lied. I feel nothing. I know this. I can't feel anything. I don't have the humanity. Non of us do. I have opinions and wants never feelings and needs. There are situations where there are things that are needed but it is never for the needy. It's for the ones gone. Who can't be saved.
Now here I am. I need to tell a story. One where I wished, where I prayed into the nothingness that it was never written, never told. This is my story.
Kastviel the rising demon. A fallen angel.
- even angels cry
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(i cannot write so this is quite embarrassing but here i am waning for critique i also spent like an hour messing with that picture i'm ready to burn it)
