' Do you think even the worst person can change…? That everyone can be a good person if they just try? '
Was that not his eternal desire? To calm the horrors that formed behind closed eyelids? To silence the screams, the never ending screams, once and for all? Even with his iron-like grip of control over his magic now, no longer falling victim to its enormity, he often found himself trying to remember the days of silence. Surely he’d had them once – once upon on a time, so long ago.
Ah, but that was much too simple a desire.
He sometimes wished to remember, just once. But memory brought with it darker truths. It brought failure and agony.
Anything he wanted, he’d learned, needed to be taken, by force if nothing else. Nothing in the this life came easily, that was what his mortality had taught him.
Sifting through the darkness of his mind, Midnight allowed for her words to settle among the crowding of thoughts. He could picture each word, the curving of each letter appearing in an elegant smoke.
An eyelid ascended so that he may peer over at the angel. “Are you so easily taken with such ideas, Angel? Do they not seem foolish to you? I would expect such delusional words from another.”
His posture remained as it was, though both eyes gazed at her now. Running his tongue gently over painted lips, he offered his answer, “No, I do not believe so. This Goodness you speak of is the naivety of the weak of heart. Every animal when cornered will either whimper and die, falling victim to its hunter, or develop teeth and claws. There is no Goodness that can survive the truth of the world we live in.”
They had once been the former, merely weaklings under the spell of a superior tormentor. And now–
“Which animal are you, now, Angel? Have you so easily taken on the role of a sheep?”