Sad Angel, Loving Devil

Why did I kill him? Well, my dad told me that demons don’t approach you in their true forms, and that The Devil told us that they do so that they can approach us easier, or better yet, make us approach them. One of the seven deadly sins is gluttony, another is sloth. Demons eat people’s souls, and they don’t move a muscle to do so, they just wait.

My little brother was the purest angel that ever existed. He never lied to me, and he never deceived my father. But, one night when I wasn’t around to protect him from demons, he was tempted. He put on a dress like he always wanted to wear but that I told him not to wear for his own protection.

I was trying to protect him. If he had only listened to me… none of this would have happened. I knew that he was miserable and I tried my best to support him, but putting on that dress… I knew, I just knew that a demon was tempting him. I knew that it would end with a demon consuming his soul.

Dad told me that he arrived home after stopping at a bar. He said that he only had three drinks, but the marijuana smell on his coat and the strong smell of alcohol on his breath suggested that he was lying to me. Demons always lie because they’re so good at lying because they lack morals. Demons don’t feel bad about lying, and they’ll say absolutely anything to tempt people into doing what they want. Every year more people are fooled by their lies, and every year the world gets worse because of it.

Dad told me that when he arrived at our home he heard music coming from my little brother’s bedroom. His head was throbbing and he went in to tell him to be quiet. When he opened the door he saw that my little brother had been possessed by a demon. He danced around the room, twirling around in a blue dress as he sang along to the music. My father told me that he smiled as widely as a demon, as though he wasn’t afraid of my dad because he knew that he could overpower him easily with his demon powers.

My dad was tempted by the demon, and while he would have normally been able to resist the urge to ravage someone, the alcohol made it hard to fight against the temptation. He grabbed my brother and attempted to remove the cursed dress from his body, but the demon was strong. The demon fought back against him, but my dad eventually overpowered the demon.

Unfortunately, the demon leapt into my father and filled him with the urge to give in to one of the deadliest of all of the sins, lust. My brother whimpered because as an angel he was unable to fight back against the dark powers of the demon that had possessed my father. The demon pinned him to the floor and did unspeakable things with him for hours while my brother begged for mercy.

Then, the demon left my father and returned to the dress. My father passed out from exhaustion. When he woke up, my brother was crying and holding tightly to the dress. The demon was feeding on the tears that were soaking into the fabric, and my father had to make an impossible decision. He needed to kill my brother and burn that cursed dress in order to save another innocent soul from being corrupted by the demon.

He killed my brother to save the world, and we burned the dress together so that we could watch the demon that was responsible for my brother’s death return to the terrible place where it had emerged from. 

I was enraged by what the demon had done to my brother. I knew that I needed to get rid of every trace of him. I then realized that the demon was still inside of my father because he was guilty of committing every single one of the seven deadly sins. The demon had accomplished exactly what it wanted to do by turning my own father into a demon, and I knew that if I allowed that demon to continue roaming my world it would only make the world even worse.

Why do we kill criminals? The Devil convinced us that it’s a moral thing, that they did horrible things and need to face horrible punishment. The Devil made us seek revenge and vindication when terrible things were done to us to perpetuate a never-ending cycle of endless sin. The reason why we kill criminals is because we acknowledge that they will never be redeemed, and we don’t want them to hurt anyone else.

I needed to kill my father because I knew, I just knew, that if I didn’t kill him he would be tempted by demons again and again. He couldn’t even resist the temptation when the temptation was his own son. He might have been tempted by me or just another random boy on the street, or even the son of one of his friends. He was going to give into temptation again, and he needed to be stopped before that could happen.

I sacrificed my own soul and became something monstrous for my little brother so that his death would not have been for nothing. I did something that my own father was too cowardly to do in order to protect the world. I knew that killing my father wouldn’t make the world a better place, but I did know that it would stop it from getting just a little bit worse because the demon would need to work just a little bit harder to tempt people.

Some people call me crazy, and perhaps I am. Everyone goes crazy eventually, my mind just broke a lot earlier than most people’s minds ever will. I’ve been told that eventually people will forget what I did and I’ll be released back into the world to commit further sins. When they told me that, I realized that The Devil had won, and that at some point he had taken over the world, I just didn’t notice until I went crazy, and now… I don’t ever want to be released back into that world, being in this cage is so much safer for everyone.