Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-35522711-20180507234134

I don't know why I am. Nor what. I know only that I see them, the Angels. Trapped inside ugly, hideous and deformed beasts that I have named Demons. It is only the small ones, wrapped in bright colors that have them. I can always hear and see the bright things, beating upon their cages of bone. It was in a dark and dry cave, like so many other little demons' caves that I discovered the Angels know I am to rescue them once the demons are aware of my presence. I must have accidentally kicked one of the hideous beings' tools, as it opened its' eyes...even to this day I remember its' horrible shriek. However, over the years, I have figured out how to end these monsters quickly, just as I did this one; I put my hands around its' wretched neck and apply pressure, before twisting my pointed hands in opposite directions until I hear it: 'Crack!!! Crack!!!'. I rescued the Angel and escaped out of a glass barrier, the kind of which most demons kept in their wretched lairs, before looking back, a huge demon with a large belly and a club in it's scarred hand came through the opened entryway. Following it was an even thinner, almost snake-like demon that, at the sight, let loose a cry almost as terrible as the kind let loose by the smaller abominations.

Another I found in an odd place, where demons bow themselves before an oddly carved piece of wood. One found me and almost alerted the dozens that were above us, as it held in front of it a piece of metal not far unlike the one found above us that the other wretched things were kneeling and bowing before. Suddenly, a light shined upon it and blinded me. Furious, but unable to see, I lunged forward and tore the wicked thing apart in my rage. I finally found it, the Angel I sought, inside of an odd wooden room, separated another by rows and rows of carved wooden sticks put together. I lulled it by bringing its' disgusting face closer to my own and looking into its' eyes. It was in that moment of silence that I quickly reached into it's chest using my hands, which I know believe were made for this particular purpose, and took the Angel. From what I have seen, as evident by both this and other demons' lifeless corpses, they cannot live without the Angels in their chests. But this does not make me pity them. They deserve no pity.

My greatest triumph, and the answer to my question would be found in what I assume to be a demon breeding ground. It was here I discovered that the twisted things are born with Angels in their chests, and I also, in thought, figured that the Angels decay over time, the ones in the older demons too far gone to be noticed, their light destroyed over time. So many Angels I found that day, still so bright...and yet, there are so many out there...beating upon their prisons...yearning for freedom...

What do you guys think? I know the "You are the beast/monster/killer" angle doesn't usually work, but I personally like it. (Little bit of a fun fact, I actually kinda got this idea from Bioshock, how the Little Sisters can see Adam inside bodies) 