I am an Angel, of that there is no
doubt, but what kind of Angel, good or evil, has yet to be determined.
Ever since I left the womb that
kept me protected, I was born into conflict, and my soul has been a
battlefield.
Soft and silent is how most of my
life has been spent. As any true monster
lives, so as not to attraction attention to myself, I lived in fear of being
destroyed, often times by my own hand.
The evil inside laid dormant, waiting in the shadows for the light to
flicker out.
And flicker out it would, allowing the
beast within to emerge, even if only for a brief moment before being lit once
more. It was me in my truest purest
form, torn.
As I roam this realm, waiting,
longing for my light to be extinguished permanently, I am looking for broken
tortured souls to collect. These souls
are easy to collect for souls may be ours but they can be given to another.
True, a soul may be stolen but it
can be stolen back, often times violently, destroying the soul completely. In order to collect a soul for all eternity,
it must be given freely, willingly.
Those who possess broken souls will often give them away willingly, so
that they may be healed.
The truth is that their soul never
stops being tormented. It will suffer
until Death releases it. As an evil
Angel, I feed off of their pain, however, they can be taught to live with the
pain, reducing the sting daily.
Once the soul has been taught how
to live with the pain a decision must be made, to release it or keep it for all
eternity. No longer having a soul of my
own, keeping another’s soul holds no appeal for me. I will freely return the soul to it’s owner.
However, sometimes a soul can not
heal properly, and the pain they feel flairs up from time to time, allowing me
to feed off of that pain. For this reason
there are only a few selected souls that I choose to keep.
Be mindful of your soul for the
battle for your soul continues, deep within my own.
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