The Perfect Crime

In the beginning, I was nothing but a mere thought, an idea, in my father's mind. He slowly, carefully began to form this draft into a final copy with a single term to this permant contract in mind: this one will be different. Before I go any further I'd like to take a moment to thank Dad for crafting me in a different mold than the other Hosts of Heaven, my brethren: the angels. Back to the point, I wasn't like the rest. As I matured, this became more and more obvious. But I didn't care if I was different. Hell, I thrived off being different from those feathery pricks. I could do much more than them and the only reason they judged was because they envied me.
Do not think of me of prideful because I am not. I know I am strong and can do things others cannot but I still have weaknesses, probably more than everyone else because of my choices. I can be defeated and I can still die. I am no better than the rest when it comes to this.
As you continue to read about my life from my point of view, you will see my struggles and my pain. You will see me at my worst. I am not proud of most of my actions but I did what I had to do. Soon you will understand. Soon you will know.
My name is Harley and this my story.