❝Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn into poetry. All the blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.❞
A story of a half breed, half human half demon, that walked the earth hated. She learned of selfishness and blood lust far soo...
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"Do you ever think that a human life holds more importance than anything else? Human's value a life above all else, even at the cost of another life. The old dies for a new life to form. But even then, people are not happy. So, what do you think, half breed?"
"...Does it matter?" As the half-breed stood before the higher-powered demon, her heart raced with a tumult of conflicting emotions. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at her, knowing that she stood in the presence of a being far more powerful than herself.
"No, no I suppose it does not matter. But I still did can't help but wonder what someone like you believes in. Are you more human or demon?"
"Well, I believe you have a point. The human life does have no true value of importance. Letting one die for another. Or to let the small group die in replace for the bigger group. That is what we call sacrifice."
"But if in the end there is no certainty on if either will life, what is the point? How do you know the bigger group is not worse off? What if it was a group of people who murdered others? Who sold people off for their own selfish desires? Or that they are abusers? What if the smaller group is a innocent family? How come one person gets to decide the fate of the mass?"
"... I do not know."
"You don't?"
"I don't"
"Then, may mercy find whoever's live falls upon your hands. Their blood will be on your hands now."
"But I did not kill them."
"But you saw them die, you let them die by the hands on another to save someone else. You picked one over the other."
"But, it's impossible to save everyone. I do not have the power, nor do I have the strength to save everyone."
"Since when was this my problem?"
"..what?"
"I am but a demon, one who simply decided to take interest in this error of creation. You were a mistake, plan and simple, you weren't supposed to exist. If you don't like the conversation or the things I say, it is not my problem."
"Why even take interest in me if you are only going to kill me?"
"Who said I would kill you? Maybe I will simply let you live until I see your use. It is not my choice what happens to you after all."
