Yin Yang

Journal Entry

Dear Diary,

   Who am I? Do I even know? Am I still searching for myself?

   My family, my realm, is locked off from all the other realms. We are the realm of devils, destined to be evil. To hate, to kill, to take and be selfish. Why is this? Has no one ever tried to veer from this path, is it just in our nature, or is it simply because being a devil we thirst for chaos?

   I was simply a baby when the realms agreed to be locked away from one another, not letting anyone else in. I was born into a royal family. My life has been easy, I've gotten everything I've ever wanted. I've tortured for fun, my family pushing me to do so. I've killed, I've destroyed homes, and I cause pain. But none of it is appealing or even satisfying. Why? 

   I was a devil born wrong.

   I have seen other races from the other realms. I have gone to the dead human realm, where any other races are allowed to go. It is unpopular, looked down upon, but there I am away from my family. From the constant image I set up. The mask I put on. My family may be close, but I still want to be away from them. I want to escape from them. The human realm is the only place were I can do that. The only place where I feel free, where I can be who I want to be. If my family found out I would be punished.

   If humans were still alive, if one saw me, they would see me almost as human. I am tall, thin, with long black silky hair. My eyes are such a dark brown that they look black. I wear a sleek floor length black dress with silk gloves. If a human saw me they would see me as a nicely dressed person, one of them. Other then the curved horns on my head and huge black bat like wings on my back that could curve in and disappear. It was too bad that that race had died out. I would've loved to meet one. I would love to meet any other race, really. But I'm too scared to approach anyone new, and everyone else, would be too scared to approach a cold, blood-thirst devil.

   The realms used to be at war, always fighting, back when humans were still alive. When the whole human race died, a race everyone cared about in some way, the war came to a pause. The great lords of each realm met and decided, since different races could never be friends, to prevent fighting and another race to completely die out, that they would each lock their realm away from the others. Now only someone from their realm can find it. If I, a devil, tried to find the angel realm, I would fail. But an angel would be able to find their realm.

Yin