i hate my demon kintype sometimes. i wish i was a powerful overlord. i wish the sight of my body, all mangled and terrifying, with amber eyes that could burn the skin off a human, nails carved long and sharp like claws. i wish i was at lucifer’s right hand. i wish I walked the long corridors of hell, my hooves echoing sending the lower class demons running to hide at even my shadow on the wall. i wish the tales of my brutality caused humans to write stories about me for centuries. I wish my sin was one of the firsts, lies and murder and that i took pride in them. but I’m not, i won’t ever be. i was doomed from the beginning to be a nothing, an outcast. i am the imp demon who scurries to hide when overlords walk the corridors of hell. a form too terrifying for humans but pitied by hell. my poor eyes black, green, and slitted like a snakes, no longer appreciated by the human beauty I fell for and too reminiscent of the first sinner’s form that no human will accept. and that my sin didn’t leave me to be no longer accepted by heaven, by my god, but not “bad enough” for hell
