Where am I?

Why am I here?

What happened?

Who did this to me?

How did I end here?

These are the questions that I've been asking myself for so long. It seem like I've turned out to be a Demon, a being who belongs to the underworld.

Most people would say, Demons are heartless, mean, merciless, emotionless, bad, or creatures who would destroy light, hope, love and dreams of every human. Well, I admit that those things are true about us.

As a Demon, I'm not quite sure if I really am one, because I usually feel emotions that a Demon would not feel.

I cry.

I feel pain.

I feel sadness, guilt and other more emotions.

Maybe that is because I was originally...

An Angel.

Yes.

I was an Angel, but I'm here now in Hell, not driven out of the Heavens, but deceived by these little mongrels which we call the Devils, but humans call them, Minions, tiny little creatures that creep into ones mind and would temp them to do evil things.

Even Angels have no escape, but would be able to resist the temptation, and could drive the Devils away. Though, I'm still not quite sure why I ended up here.

I lived as a Demon for a thousand years until one day, an incident happened that changed my life...

And renewed my fate...