I wouldn't say I'm a demon, more like a fallen angel. You know, just lost myself down the road somewhere. I can still fly with these black skinned wings, instead of white feathered glory. Horns replaced my once halo. Perfect, glowing skin turned a blood red. Ocean blue eyes are now noir. I knew what light was once upon a time. I knew what a gentle touch was. I even knew God. Now, I don't even recall what light is. Scars have marked me. Satan owns me. I don't know what happened, I used to love seeing the faces of children who were sick to finally be able to cured. Now, I look into the faces of terror as they look back at what they did to make them end up down here. Somewhere down the road, I had fallen.
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Stories for a Tainted Soul
OverigSadness, loneliness, and happiness. Short stories of the lonely and loved. Cruel fates, curses, and wishes. All from an author with a tainted soul.
