Blinking.
Pushing her black framed thick glasses, her eyes scanned around the class before having her gaze settled on the book in her hand.
This is a class full of kids but no one make a single noise.
Because it's a class we attend at the church.
A class that teach us about the bible, jesus or maybe, devil.
The female priest cleared her throat before asking us a question.
"If you are given a chance to believe in someone, never believe the devil."
That's something deep.
It wasn't something that a 5 year old kid can understand but having almost all kids wearing a blank face;
I guarantee you, they understand nothing.
Except me.
"Why not?"
I am not supposed to say a word in this class but my words successfully gained myself attention from the priest.
More like an unpleasant face from her.
"They are evil. They are a disgrace to the humanism and,"
"Aren't they a righteous god too before they become a devil?"
I cut her off, not minding the gasp from other kids.
Including from other priest who are present too.
"Who told you that?"
Letting out a smirk, I just tilted my head to look at the empty space beside me before speaking again.
"The devil itself."
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Devil
FantasyIf you are given a chance to be a fantasy character, Who would you be?
