They Think They Are Monsters
He was used and abused at only eleven human years. His family destroyed. His remaining brother used to summon me. Some days he does believe his rage is justified. Some days he looks startled after ordering me to kill for him and seeing the results. Or after a mission is fully over he will sit for hours thinking on what transpired. The times that he held up a man made weapon and pulled the trigger. With no hesitation.
He was experimented on. Likely stolen away from a family. He now has the power to crush other humans twice his size. He gets scared and tears up. He becomes the child he truly is when he messes up and runs to me. He forgets in those emotional moments his own abilities and clings to me, squeezing my human form. I feel even my own muscles and bones near cracking under his strength. He cries about this too but he still seeks comfort in the process.
She was raised not as a girl but as a weapon. With her eyes she was perfect for killing others' enemies instantly, cleanly, without anyone having known a young girl was the culprit. She grew to love that gun, I know. To know it as a certainty. If what had happened hadn't happened she would have.. could have taken out the ones who raised her.
His family was killed, and he let his rage consume him; fuel him. Help him survive, from battle to battle, endlessly killing, whether it was still justified or not, he could not stop... He wanted to survive, but regretted it. Likely expecting one day he would drop dead. But he was indeed almost on the brink of eating another human's body if it meant carrying on with his personal mission of destruction.
They are all humans.
No matter how I describe them. All the gorey details. They are still humans. Beings on this earth with souls.
I sense them. I can see them. I know them.
That's how I know all of these things about them.
For I am not a human.
I am a demon.
I am a monster.
And my entire agenda is taking human souls.
They are my kinds food source.
I use my ability to read their entire lifes worth of tragedy and grief, fear and rage, to convince them I am a trusted ally.
That I would never kill them.
I understand how they feel.
I am a monster.
They believe I am a fellow human.
They still think, though, that they are horrible wretches for various reasons.
They amuse me. They infuriate me.
They are useful to me.
They are not monsters at all.
They are humans.
But...
They are my humans.
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charlie: I can't flirt with that guy! he's not a girl, and I can't even begin to express how much I hate this
also charlie: you know dean, cas is a such a dreamy guy
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Just gonna leave this here
(ch 109, ch 05)
I don’t really know what I’m trying to say here… just pointing this out. Was this a purposeful parallel…? Was this a coincidence…? I dunno. But it was all I could think about so here you go
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weird coincidence how all of the posts I've read about people hating Vickie end up being by someone that ships ronxnxe 💀
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my favorite romance trope is the worst girl you can possibly imagine. and guy who loves her anyways
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ofc sainz is gonna fight charles now lol
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The snek escapes his grasp and slithers off to find the artist. Hehe.
NO- FUCK- GET BACK HERE-
*The tiny snake is not fast. But it continues to follow Yume and slip out of his grasp every time.*
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brain turned off was abt to tell y’all that smoke with the devil is a kian stone song
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oh I just saw a joke post about 9/11 for the third time this morning and thought "huh I wonder why those are so frequent today"
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