Most see me as a ghoul, many hate me, I see it in their eyes and their actions as I walk by, they fear me, they cover the eyes of their children, shut the doors some even sprinkle holy water around their houses and make the sign of the cross.
How foolish, if I was at my past height their so called God wouldn't have been enough to carry my shoes.
They treat me like they treat bats and owls they run and pray and scream but I don't blame them, although I'm basically a human now traits of my demonoid past still linger.
My portraits are still on the walls of the temple of eternal love and some- of me in all demonic glory are still donned on the purgatories of the church; bat like wing, all black and fleshy with blueish tips, glowing ebony horns surrounded by dark mist, teeth fat and sharper than any human weapon.
Those who knew of me are keen enough to realize my predicament and though they mock me they're silently afraid, the ignorant ones who have heard of me think I'm feigning it and I'm out to hunt, the less bright ones who fantasize and call me the spawn of a human and ironically myself.
I find it funny how a fallen angel or celestial being is looked upon with pity while it's the contrast for a fallen demon and also how humans like to speculate and create whole scenarios out of fictional imagination, fallen ones are not like in their books and I know this as I'm a fallen one myself, we only retain some characteristics and nothing more ; looks, hair, eyes and stature that's all.
You must be wondering what I'm blabbering about. Well, it's been 16 years since I fell and life has been well, not comfortable but not horrible.
I now need to eat human food which is not that bad but I also need to sleep and my bodily functions have become awfully slow, my body has been brutally wounded and I feel flawed. I guess this is how humans live knowing that one day they'll die and that's it.
Before I talk about my fall let's talk about the world....