Who am I? Why is it important? If I told you that I am a devil sent from hell, how would you reply? Is it important that I am a devil, or is it important that you reply? Perhaps the question and answer is unimportant and it is the examination of feeling on the matter which is.
Are you prejudice against the devils of this world? If so, why? Do they not have a place? Is not predjudice wrong? How can you hate something if you don't understand it? Likewise how can you love it? There are very few truths in this life or in any. I 'know' this of only my own two, the before and after. But I have found that everything has a place and everything has purpose, except that which does not.
Blind ignorance is my enemy. That it exisists is part of the reason I am what I am. While true ignorance, the act of simply not knowing, has its place, an emotional attachment to it is dangerous. Like the cold edge of a blade, I have come to teach the naked flesh it's harshest lessons. Would you be my enemy?
I would ask if you would be my friend, but friendship is a phalacy, to the immortal world. It is as fleeting as the still wind. Family is earned, knowledge is power, and favores are currency. These things have tangible impact on the deeper world, but friendship blends with nemesis, after the endless nights mark the agless.
Knowledge is my savior. Giving purpose to the animal, chaining the beast with restraint and etiquette. An animal cannot survive the enlightened world, without a temperment. This struggling makes us what we are, but ultimately we must change those things that define our deepest heart.
Now I may tell you, without pride or regret, that I am the devil.
Do not think I don't struggle as does any creature in the wheel. I simply understand the struggle better than most. My mind is a metal egg, my spirit the mountian river. I am not mad, nor am I sane, but a subtle transition of all these things.
You ask, "Is not the devil evil?" "Why do you hide your nature behind such pretty metephors?" The mountain stream destroys the mountian even as it adds to the beauty of the whole. The animal in society is never fully tamed and even a lion raised my man, in captivity, shall mutilate the master it may love.
Is this what you are thinking? If not then you should be. Counter point the certainty of my wanderings. Question everything, and believe nothing. If you were thinking these things I would reply, certainly. For there is a good and evil in all things. Even the most benevolent act is rooted in the selfish nature of our beings. And even depravity ends itself to some sort of benevolence
Humans do not live long enough to understand life. They have only one to experience. Others rarely have more than that. They die in the trials of existence, never learning to be more than a pawn, and worse it is their decisions that put them in such positions. Only a few ever glean any real understanding of their place in these worlds. They are creatures the lesser cannot understand, much like the cycle they represent. and if one were encountered a wise person would run, unless they were ready to be devoured in enlightnment. Few are.
This is why I am unashamed to be the devil. Being such, gives me a focus with which to carry on exisisting. It drives all that I do. It means I have nothing to be ashamed of when I devour you. I am evil and that makes me good. However, as such I know that being the devil is only a gateway in and of itself. To understand evil, only then may one transend it, and take a greater roll in theater of the all.
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