I was made from evil, to do evil for good. It might seem complicated, but really it isn’t.
I walked from the darkness into the light. The only one of my kind.
I am the one who tricks the humans who steal innocence. I am never kind to those humans. My duty is to make their worst nightmares come true. I love to spice it up and make the nightmares more extravagant.
I was made shortly after the Fall. There was not much law to the land those days, so I had my work cut out for me. Still, it was nothing like today. When I look back now, I think maybe humanity is never going to get better.
I do not have a link to these humans, so it is always by word of mouth, or by what I see during my wanderings, that my targets are chosen.
Or at least, it was.
Technology has changed things.
Before, I had to stalk the humans I was targeting.
Now-a-days, I only have to go online and find where they live. With over 7 billion people on this single world, I tend to pick off the big guys the most. It’s the trickle-down effect really. Take out the ones who set up the human trafficking rings, the men who make their living as destroyers of hope and murderers of innocence.
Those do take the most time. They make me long for more powers, something I’ve rarely done during my long existence.
What powers do I mean? Well, I really possess only three:
- Ability to change how I look
- Stronger then any human.
- Knowing if they are innocent or guilty
It would be nice if I could just think them all dead, or… it would be a lot easier, anyway.
Guess hard jobs must be done the hard way.
I do not hide in the shadows like those nasty humans do. I confront them directly, and make them pay. I have had small children cling to me – yes, me the thing of evil! – as if I was their last hope. Sad, really, that a demon is their hope at all, first, last, or otherwise. I tell them they are worth it, and to stand strong in the light. I promise them that true justice has come to set them free.
In between my targeted hits on the pedophiles and human traffickers of this world, in between the hours spent planning and learning – following their habits and mapping their routines – I take care of the small-time creeps, too. The casual sex offenders, the ones who have to be on lockdown when kids are out to play.
Those are easy pickings, thanks to the general helpfulness of the Internet. I wake up in the morning, make my coffee, sit at my desk and go to the website they have to register on, and by the afternoon they have paid their dues.
See, it is not that complicated.
But the list is long.
And I do ask for patience, since there is only me.
The hour grows late. Perhaps it’s time for a light dinner, before I venture out once more?
About the author, Selena Taylor
Selena Taylor is a wife, a mother, and a woman who strives to tell the many stories that occupy her mind. She is active in the Rhett & Link fandom and appreciates dark humor. She and her family live in Illinois, where she takes every opportunity to lose herself under the stars and let her imagination run wild. For more from Selena, check her out on Facebook.