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Human beings fascinate me.
Always have, always will.
They don’t even do anything either! They just live life the way God (curse his very essence) intended.
None of my demons can push a cart or drive a car (not without changing form at least).
I enjoy music. Lyre is my personal favorite, I believe the Greeks were onto something. Something about the melody really calms me.
However, humans enjoy the guitar. It’s an average instrument, could be better. There are better versions. Electric and whatnot.
My friend told me that. His name is Phillip but everyone (including himself, at this point) calls him Pip.
Pip really likes the electric guitar.
He has pale skin, bright blonde hair that is past his ears and pokes out from the back of his head. His brown bow tie and cap truly complete his look.
Every single human looks different.
Every. Single. One.
While all have fingers, skin tones are mostly different, and some have rather tiny noses.
Clyde Donnovan has brown-ish hair.
Craig Tucker has tan-ish skin.
I used to beg my father to see the world above. Would it truly be too much to ask to see the world they’re living in?
Some (like my father’s ex-boyfriend, Saddam Hussein) would tell me that it would be truly impossible for me to see it, but alas, here I am.
I guess, it is merely a mystery.
I know people come from up there, I torture them. So, why couldn’t I go up there? I am here now, so I proved them wrong.
Humans don’t have wings or magic. They don’t need it. They don’t care either.
All they have is pure imagination.
Making new inventions all the time.
All of them are so, so different.
The babies, children, teens, and elders are all alike but so, so different.
It’s all so real to me.
Albert Einstein, Cleopatra, William Shakespeare, Elton John, Micheal Phelps, Barack Obama, who’s to say that they’re all gone (technically me, since all of them have made it down here with the exception of Obama)?
Some people even enjoy demons, and dress like us at Comic-Con.
I am going off to college soon. I am going to study anthropology. Even though I know too much about people and how society has evolved, it is still an interesting subject.
Pip has already gone off…
Humans fight with each other often. Nobody is perfect, you see.
I know that now.
I wish I could apologize. We’ll meet again either way. Some day…
I would trade my powers just to have a life with him again.
Oh, Pip if only you knew. I’d destroy universes for you. Wherever you are…
I’ll leave it all for you, Pip.
I’ll be who you want me to.
That is who I’ll be.