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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