Sieshta_Estha_Ishtar
One day i asked my mother, "Why are demons after Angels?"
"I don't know, sweetheart." She said, tucking me in the covers. "Some of them are tied of killing them."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"Angels and Demons comes in many different shapes and sizes... Angels are good, and Demons are Evil."
"What's Evil?" My brother asked, poking his head out from the covers.
"It's like violence, witch craft, sorcery, bad thoughts, harming others, harming themselves, killing yourself or others. But there's also other kinds of Evil. Just never go with it, do you understand?"
"Yes mother." We both answered.
"All right," Mother said as she had stood up from the spot on my bed, "Time for sleep."
Me and Namu buried, ourselves in our blankets. Mother smiled as she watched the both of us falling asleep.
Mother slid the door closed, and walked to the balcony. She looked up at the night sky and began to sing, "Vigilate in timono, vigilate in timono, cealetibus gloryiam, cealetibus..." Mother's hair began to flap as the wind began to pick up. "Angeli..." She whipered.