angel?devil?
White wings surrounded those of light filled souls and feathery appearances. The angel looked upon the world scattered across its line of sight. Everything good was good and everything bad was bad. That was how the world had worked for eons and eons. The angel wandered the world for god knows how long. The world was black and white. Sometimes gray. The white always represented good and the black always represented the bad. That’s how society worked. The angel knew what was good and what was bad. It abolished those who were bad and all that followed with it. It treasured all that was good and strived for perfection within imperfection. It understood what others could not, yet no one understood its words.
The angel wanders the world, always curious, always watching. Too humble to call itself a symbol of good, but knew what exactly was certainly not true. A spot that stood out amongst the gray.
As its eyes gazed on the world of white reflected back at it, it saw the black and the black saw it. The angel approached the black with no malicious intention but not of a proud one.
“What are you?”, spoke the angel.
The black stared back and replied, “What are you?”
The angel did not understand why the black was echoing its own words. Was this funny to it?
Scrunching up its face, the angel spoke again.
“You’re the devil.”
“I am? I am.”
The black murmured, tilting its head. The angel tilted its head in return.
“Why are you like this? Why can’t you be good?”
“Why are you asking me? Why are you doing this to me?”
The black started to cry. It leaked fluid from its ugly vulnerable holes that windowed its soul. The soul was just as black as its outer shell. Its wings shivered with pain, covering its ugly sobbing with its loathful black feathers.
The angel saw no reason for the black to cry, especially not so easily. It had no pity for the devil, for the devil felt no pity for others. The angel pinched the black, and the black cried out in pain.
“You are so cruel… so cruel… I did nothing to you, but you torment me like this…”, sobbed the black as it shook on the ground, afraid of the angel it could barely see through its tears.
“You know what you did, you were bad.”
“But I was not bad to you. Was I?”
“You were, you always were. I hate you, for you represent evil itself. You are the devil, and you only care for your own pain. Do you see your black feathers? Your ugly black eyes and horrible black soul!?” exclaimed the angel as it stepped a distance of two steps to the devil.
The devil only glared back as it quivered with pain and rage within such a short distance to the angel.
“What feathers do you speak of? What soul do you see with those eyes of yours?”
The angel stopped and stared at the devil. The devil stared back as it wiped its tears away for another day.
“I see a horrible black soul that belongs only to the devil with these white eyes of mine.”
The angels eyes bored into the black shrouded being. The black only stared back.
“Then your eyes are broken, just like my mind.”
The angel slapped the devil, only to feel a sharp pain across its own cheeks. Its eyes widened in shock as it rubbed its own cheek, only to find the devil doing the same.
“...I do not have black feathers, nor do you have white feathers. I do not have a soul, but you do.”, murmured the angel.
“It is ugly so you don’t want to keep it. That is why you believe you are good and I am bad. I cannot be good because you took it all. So please leave me alone.”, spoke the black as it walked away. The angel found itself walking away as well, gone to wander the world once again.
It stopped to look at the world once again. White wings and feathery appearances. They’re all so beautiful. The angel strived for perfection. But it would never find it in the devil, and the devil would never be at peace with the angel, no matter how much it wanted to be.
The angel's cheek stung as it numbly gazed at its wings. Its eyes felt tired and broken. It stared at its disgusting feathers for a long time.
If only they were white.
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