All the stories go the same. The demons are the bad guys and the angels are the saviors. Well that's not how I remember it. My name is Persefoni, a demon that is scared and afraid of everything. Usually demons are foul and mean creatures that fight the good guys but that's not even true. We demons are scared of our own shadows even. The true evil behind everything are angels. Those sick twisted rude beings with eyes as cold as ice but wings as beautiful as a dove. There's evil behind all that beauty but humans praise and worship them like gods. It's horrible and wrong but who am I to say anything? I'm just a filthy demon.. Right?..
But at the same time I want to know what one of them feel like.. A quick taste or touch. Underneath all that soft fabric and cloth. I wanna touch them where their sensitive.. Their wings, their necks... That precious halo. I just don't want to touch any angel though. I want to feel the one they call.. Beathen.
