Fallen Ash

I see them walking briskly past...
Those wretches...they have no idea how close they are to my bloody countenance...
I want nothing more than to make my spindly way to their fleshy bodies and rape them of life...
But I am afraid of stepping out into the light.
I am a creature of forthright to live among the black ferns of the wild.
I am a being whose essence is one billion times that of any of the highest ranking humans upon this ashen, forsaken hell hole called Earth.

Oh, when the wonderful lushness of Eden was existing and not tainted by the loathesome smell of this putrid race put so high above us. Darkened angel am I...I walk the nights in search of gullible persons.
I wait in dark alleys or in broad sight of these petty beings. How the Creator could bring Himself about to place these vomitous things above us, I can never know...but he has. What...? They cannot even see us!
Even the most devoted pestilence of mankind to our cause cannot see but a blink's worth of our true nature. Not even a millisecond of a sight of our eyes. All they can see is the ridiculously scandalled efforts of their own mirrors trying to immitate what they feel from our presence. Yeah, right.

A human is no better than mud, in my opinion. They are good for usurping and trampling upon...that is about it. So what...
If I have fallen, it was by my choice.
I could not stand the gruesome fact that the Creator set those mesely ... THINGS above our kind.

So let the blood fall and the spears cry. I will not be the one asking why, for it is I who will commence the final war.

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