I am an Angel, of that there is no doubt, but what kind of Angel, good or evil, has yet to be determined.
Ever since I left the womb that kept me protected, I was born into conflict, and my soul has been a battlefield.
Soft and silent is how most of my life has been spent. As any true monster lives, so as not to attraction attention to myself, I lived in fear of being destroyed, often times by my own hand. The evil inside laid dormant, waiting in the shadows for the light to flicker out.
And flicker out it would, allowing the beast within to emerge, even if only for a brief moment before being lit once more. It was me in my truest purest form, torn.
As I roam this realm, waiting, longing for my light to be extinguished permanently, I am looking for broken tortured souls to collect. These souls are easy to collect for souls may be ours but they can be given to another.
True, a soul may be stolen but it can be stolen back, often times violently, destroying the soul completely. In order to collect a soul for all eternity, it must be given freely, willingly. Those who possess broken souls will often give them away willingly, so that they may be healed.
The truth is that their soul never stops being tormented. It will suffer until Death releases it. As an evil Angel, I feed off of their pain, however, they can be taught to live with the pain, reducing the sting daily.
Once the soul has been taught how to live with the pain a decision must be made, to release it or keep it for all eternity. No longer having a soul of my own, keeping another’s soul holds no appeal for me. I will freely return the soul to it’s owner.
However, sometimes a soul can not heal properly, and the pain they feel flairs up from time to time, allowing me to feed off of that pain. For this reason there are only a few selected souls that I choose to keep.
Be mindful of your soul for the battle for your soul continues, deep within my own.