Story Prompt 91
"You dare to label me a villain?" The figure hissed, its form barely discernible amidst the swirling darkness.
The demon regarded the shadowy figure with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. "Call you what you will," it replied, its voice resonating with an unearthly echo. "But know this: your actions have branded you as something far worse than any mere villain."
The shadowy figure scoffed, tendrils of darkness writhing around its form. "And what, pray tell, do you consider yourself, then?"
"A monster? Perhaps," the demon admitted, its voice betraying a hint of amusement. "But at least I embrace what I am. You, on the other hand, cloak yourself in false righteousness, pretending to be something you're not."
The figure bristled, its anger palpable in the air. "You know nothing of me," it spat. "I do what I must to survive in this wretched world."
The demon chuckled darkly, its eyes gleaming with an eerie light. "Survival?" it echoed mockingly. "Is that what you call it? Feeding on the fear and suffering of others, preying on the weak and vulnerable?"
"I do what needs to be done," the figure insisted, its voice wavering slightly. "I have no choice."
"Ah, but you always have a choice," the demon countered, its gaze piercing through the darkness. "You choose to embrace your darkest impulses, to revel in the pain you inflict upon others. That, my friend, is what makes you truly monstrous."
