Wrong Falling

They say that all of hells creatures are evil but this girl; she doesn’t seem evil at all. Her dark, black tinted wings are the only things that give her home away. She’s kind and gentle, loving and sweet. It’s not just an act, I can tell. She protects those who deserve protecting and she tries so hard to do what’s right. How can she possibly be evil? I don’t see it.

There are no alternate personalities, nothing to make her lose control, so none of this makes any sense. Her perfection is like that of an angel, one of heaven’s angels, but she’s here, in hell.

I looked down at her again and frowned. I was only a human, the angels and the demons told me that I could never understand their worlds. I did though. I understood and I saw and I felt so much more then they could ever realize. I was an outsider in their worlds and I felt it like an outsides and like a normal being in their worlds.

I saw what happened and I felt like they did. I learned of their way of life and came to an understanding. This girl though, she made it all just fade away. She confused me in ways that I couldn’t comprehend. She was like me it seemed, an outsider in someone else’s world. She didn’t seem to belong here yet she fit in so perfectly, like I did.

As I watched her and questioned her, she told me of her past and of her life. She had always been here. She was nothing special, just a demon like the rest of the beings here. She wasn’t evil though, not like the rest. She told me she was though, that was why she was here. I had asked her many a time before for an example of how she was evil. I requested an example, one things evil that she had done. She was never able to give me an answer, as I expected.

I tried over and over to tell her that she wasn’t evil. That I could see the good in her but she told me I was wrong. She said that it didn’t make sense. She was here because she was evil. She told me that was hell. No matter what I told her though, no matter what she told me, neither of us could see through the others point of view. We could not see each others sides, though maybe we simply didn’t try hard enough.

I knew though, inside that this wasn’t right. She didn’t belong here, no matter how perfectly she fit in with the rest. She still stood out more then any other being. She was pure and innocent and she wasn’t evil. What did it matter though? I could not control her or where she was meant to be. It was not my place to speak. She lived here and this was her home. As much of an angel as I felt she was, I couldn’t not make her leave nor was I about to try.

Still, I wanted her to see that she wasn’t evil. I wanted her to understand that, the way I did. I wanted her to be able to see the light and the good inside her. I wanted her to see what I saw in her.

I wondered if I were asking too much though. Maybe it wasn’t possible for a demon to see the good within themselves. Did their minds work differently then a human’s? I couldn’t be sure, this wasn’t like some topic you could learn about in school, or study in the library. There were no studies or graphs or anything to help one understand. To a human, angels and demons were myths of gods and devil worship. They were things of miracles and deep faith. They were hardly something one would call real. So a study on said beings were simply ridiculous.

When I looked down at her though, I knew I was right when I said she wasn’t evil. The purity she held was like nothing I had ever seen before. Through her black tainted wings I could see a beautiful pure white angel. Even if maybe I was the only one who saw her that way, I saw it. I saw the beauty in her that no one else could. I saw the innocence and the good that lied within her heart. No matter how much she disagreed, I would always argue for I could not deny what I saw so clearly.