I scanned over the Lake Of Eternal Fire. The discapitative bodies unknowgingly walking out into the flames of dispair. Their left-over heads moaning from pain and gasping for air. I controlled my body to keep from trembling and turned back to my master. He was telling me about his day's work. Mostly about how he has ruined another dozen of The Ole Great One's children. I tried not to look so sick or pale but I do believe he could see past my fakeness. I have always believed I'm not like him but in truth, I'm am very much like my master. I am fake, I lie (well tell the half-truth..same thing, isn't it?), and I do cheat (considering I know in some wierd sense of mine when something is going to happen in favor of His side. Lucifer never listens to me.
"Now, be gone. On your way." I snaped back in.
"Yes, Your Terrible-ness!" I bowed to him and scurried off, stomping on my tail every now and then. What had been my commands? It wasn't ever this hard with Him. He actually cared about Us, his loyal angels. Now, we were outcasts. He didn't care about us, just his little bratty, unfaithful humans. They were nothing but flesh and bones. They all seem to try to out do Him or be with Lucifer. How can He take them humans? How could He have more love for them than we? There I go again, questioning the Ole Mighty One. We aren't suppose to do that. We? Really? We are nothing but demons. I don't like to think of myself that way. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, that's all. I am a Fallen Angel. Nothing more, nothing less. I am not horrible, I can't be. I root for the good guys and pray the bad guys will lose.
(A/N I wrote this around July 1 of this year. It's just something. I don't really know, I just know I wouldn't make it into a story. I'm not really into this type of writing. I usually write love stories and crap like that. But I'm putting this as a bonus just so you know. :-) I got to make-up for all the short writings I did and for Day 13, where I didn't write anything.)
