SatinMurderer

 "On a rare occasion, I find myself pondering on my existence.  I am by no means what finite beings call an existentialist. Rather, when the fickle whimsy of deep philosophical thought crosses my usually indifferent mind, I tend to humor it.  Put in the simplest of terms so that even humans may understand my meaning, is that when I take my existence into consideration I am merely processing the balance of the universe with and without me.  To the number of beings who know me - and I would be deeply concerned if that number was anything more than two - they are very cognoscente of my reason for existence. "To th

In these, my arduous years of youth, I have not lived As other have—I do not smile, Like blithe children often do. I'm trapped inside a box, Four walls of white—this color Is not pure. My mind, since birth, has been frayed; Now, my fingers are splayed Against the deteriorating iron that mars the view. On a metal slab do I sit, Drumming my fingers against the steel Da dum, da dum, da dum. Evil enters my room, bringing with him The tune of an anesthetic lullaby. The scorn in his eyes is my father, The sting of his words my mother; His twisted grin— A mockery of the happiness I'll never know. Evil, my doctor, te

 I sat quietly on a grassy hillside not far from the bunker where the others slept.  I sighed with mental exasperation as I tried to figure out our next move from this point.  Lucifer would suspect something if I didn't report soon, so I had that to work into the equation as well.  It didn't help that Michael was now part of our group.  I scowled at that and became so caught up in my contempt for the Archangel that I almost didn't hear the sound of approaching footsteps.  I caught the scent on the wind and heaved another sigh as I glanced over my shoulder.  "What are you doing up?" Gabriel stopped not but three feet from me, his obsidian hai