That stung…He stood up and walked over to the table, leaned on it. “Demons aren’t supposed to exist, see? They were human.They were human beings, human souls. Some archangel brat decided it would be fun to fuck with us even more. So Lucifer in his ‘infinite wisdom’, and I say that loosely, decided to break God’s creations and morph it into a shadow of it’s formal self.”Fingers curled into the table, the wood threatened to splinter under his grip as he kept speaking. His tone gradually raised as his arm shook from the rage.“If you’ve never seen a soul, they’re beautiful. It’s who somebody truly is, in all their colors and shapes. It’s what’s meant to go on and live in Heaven, in the last Paradise we have left.” “So Lucifer went, got his petty panties in a twist, and broke it, broke her. He turned my wife into a monster. She didn’t deserve that. She didn’t deserve any of this!” She deserved better. Adam smacked his palm down, toppling the furniture with a heavy thud. He spun away from the sight of it and the gray face. Hands pressed to his face to put pressure on his eyes as his arms shook. “So yeah, I hate what they are, I hate that fucking fallen bastard, I hate that they remind me of the woman I lost. I hate that the demons and monsters all have come from the ones that once brought me happiness,” he turned and looked at the creature again. “I hate how the first demons were my children. I hate to see the shattered reflection of themselves, because I know what their souls looked like before…” “They’re an insult to God. They’re an insult to the memory of the ones I love.”
