I am what I am. I cannot help but be what my lot has given me, and make it work to the best of my own ability. Some people call me evil, and my work malicious. They say that I enjoy making people suffer, and pervert life as much as possible. That a being such as I is not welcomed anywhere.

I prefer, as oppose to being called evil, that I am merely one side of the balance. Perhaps my side of the balance is not your side and you would never do what I do. Very well then, you are allowed to have your views and opinions. You call me a child for this reasoning, but I find it all rather mature. I am giving you the benefit of the doubt, something I rarely if ever do. Just don't resort to calling me names and shouting slanderous oaths in my directions. Now who is the child? My work is not malicious; you see that the nature is. Perhaps the act sometimes is as well, but I dispense death and damnation as it has been given to me. Do I enjoy causing the people I slay to suffer? Sometimes - most times - I do.

When somebody says to another person, "That murderer is going to get what is coming to him" I am the being that gives him his cuppance. I just get a little imaginative sometimes, that's all. How ironic is it that the man who killed people with his own hands should die as such? The police had never seen a case where a person had willingly choked themselves to death, but I suppose there is a first time for everything. For me, this is not perverse - only an act of morbid justice.

Long ago I knew I was not welcomed. I know that wherever I go people just gravitate away from me. Then in the back of their little mortal minds, they begin to make up various reasons as to why they should turn their own backs on me and never say a word of welcome. Perhaps it is my fault. I am not the most... inviting of people. Open arms and a smile is rarely my approach. I stand in my rather plain clothes, hands stuffed in the pockets, and stare off into the distance with my eyes narrowed slightly and a slight curl on my lips. My stance is one of complete aloofness, uncaring toward the general mass. When I look at someone, I either give a piercing gaze right into their eyes, or act as if they are nothing but thin air. People don't like other people who act superior to them.

But deep down, they're just reacting to the aura that I have around me. One made up of death, the love of darkness and the willingness to embrace it, the cold heart that can commit acts of savagry that only a mind pushed beyond borders of sanity can imagine. Humans for the most part don't give in to such feelings because in their cultural mindset, they believe that it will lead to damnation. Pits of Hell and the brimstone fires; all that like and rubbish. Like their preachers would know; men who sit in pulpits and preach the 'great mysteries' that only they can understand and that they can lead the masses. Coincidently, the sheperd is just as lost as the flock but he would never admit it to the wolves.

And by wolves I mean demons. One such as myself.

The stereotypical image of the demon, in this day and age, is what the media has put out. As far as I can recall, I was never granted wings, scaly flesh, fangs that dripped venom or a tail. I was recruited because I am the way I am. Vaguely I could remember once, long ago, that I was a human, but that was in a distant epoch that most would consider legend now. If I could have wings, then I would. It sure beats walking from place to place.

The whole notion that the main religions of the world expel to the populance of life beyond death is false. There is a notion of it, but continuing life does not come through the use of a small black book or praying. The people try to make their lives better by doing what they believe the higher deity would agree with. Fools - a waste of time. Where they go in the next life has already been decided from the moment they were born.

As I was saying, a balance has to be maintained. Some are good, able to walk with the light and I suppose even dance on sunbeams should the feeling arise. Others, like myself are evil and walk in the darkness, commiting the acts that are a necessary part of life. The souls who belong to the light, dubbed angels sometimes, frown on such practicies, but we never make a snide remark or snicker about their own agendas. At first, I didn't know what to think when I learned I was 'evil incarnete' from the moment I was born. I know I didn't bother to fight what couldn't be fought. Instead I gracefully accepted it, and turned to the work that had been given to me.

Is there a higher being? Up there, somewhere beyond I suppose there is, but whatever the case, It is not choosing sides. We are keeping the balance, and I am trying to keep the balance on the side of evil.

It's all from my own point of view.