"I'm not a monster." I sing.
I start playing music on my phone.
"I have honor. I'm not a monster. I'm a good soul. I am on a roll."
I start swirling around.
"I'm not a monster!!! I want to make it up!! I want to scrub! It away!!!"
I take out my guitar and start playing it. Softer yet hard.
"I'm not a monster!!! I have honor! I'm an angel! Yet I feel fatal! I just want a chance! I want to dance!!"
I gasp in the air. Tears start spilling down my face.
"I just want to know!!! I will grow!!! I'm not a monster! I want everyone to see it!! I don't want to be hurt! My mother was killed! Her blood was spilled! It's up to me! To find the truth!"
I shoot up into the room's sky.
"I don't want to be a monster! I just want to know my father! I want to know! I want to glow! I don't want to be a monster! I want to be an angel! Yet I don't know what an angel is anymore!"
I slam back down onto the bed. I throw my guitar back onto the stand.
"I just don't want to be a monster."
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FantasyA young angel comes to the Hazbin Hotel. Varian is not really an angel. He's half and half. Half Angel. Half demon. Gray as he calls it. He's come to Hell for one purpose and one alone. He wants to find his father to ask why he didn't do anything wh...
