"You will not look to me and see a monster. You will look to me and see a brother, and a friend. I am not the one you shall fear, for I am the one you shall look to and find the feeling of safety and comfort… I am the one who you will look to in times of need, not one you will shy from when times get hard. I am your brother, I am a Phoenix, and I have risen from your ashes into my own being."
As my human self would look into a mirror, he would see a creature to be pitied, a creature not feared by many, but that feared many. And he had no one but a mother, and a father, that died some years before the age of 20.
Was he alone? Not entirely. No, he had his brothers, but they didn't appear until he was 20, and that was after he died once already.
Now, his brother's weren't necessarily the bad guys in all aspects. The ones my human self trusted, the actual bad ones, were ironic beings. You expect help, you get death, and you expect death and you get eternity in your favorite memories. Of course, they can only be the Angels.
My human self trusted Angels… What an arrogant thing to do. If only he would have listened to his brothers and not told that Angel where he was located… But then again, he wouldn't have been cast into hell, and then thrown up like a baby and turned into what he is now, what I am now; the Phoenix.
Strong, independent, loyal, and certainly not stupid among the other companions of the earth… No, not even in the slightest. I am not trying to sound so "full of myself" but I do believe in myself. I can trust those who tell me the truth, because it is the truth I seek and the truth I can detect and listen to.
I can trust my brothers… or I would be able to if they were to see me again… But I had been gone for so long, that they would expect my eyes not to be blue, or golden as the Phoenix, but black as if a demon had taken my soul into it's hands and devoured it in one bite.
I would not be Adam to them, I would be a carcass that a Demon put in drive and pushed around town. I would not be their brother.
Or at least, that's what I thought. But I saw them, and I spoke things that must have clicked in their minds… or maybe it just didn't matter anymore if I were evil. The Angels have fallen and heaven is empty of all but one Archangel… and the Demons are slowly taking over. So maybe me trying to prove my loyalty was all they needed, even if they thought it was a lie…
I haven't seen my brothers in about a month, but I will be back. I assure you, I will be back.
(A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! Any sort of review is welcome! Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this weird little drabble!)
