Demons and humans have very few things in common.
That was something of a litany to me. However, I've learned that this is simply not the case. Perhaps it is because I, myself, am half-human. Maybe I am one of the few demons that thinks like a human, or one of the few humans that think in demon terms. Is this why you side with them against your own blood, Dante?
Regardless, for demons and humans alike…the pinnacle of concern is always one thing: power. It was this that got me into trouble, that led me down a dark road of insights into my own self, a progression of happenings that led me to a conclusion as to my character, and my anti-thesis.
You.
My brother. My twin. My living mirror.
I have always been the cold, silent one, while you were the warm, charming one. It didn't bother me; and I'll have to say that it still doesn't.
You're fiery. Your passion for life, women and that god-be-damned pizza burn as vividly as the garish red you favor in clothing. However, brother, fire consumes everything it touches. It envelops it, cocoons it in misleading warmth before searing and singeing it beyond recognition, and perhaps even beyond redemption.
The concept of yin and yang, the dark and the light, the hot and the cold permeates everything in existence. The balance of opposites. Without darkness there is no light, etc, etc. If you study one extreme of the spectrum, you learn much about the opposing force.
And so, by categorizing you, brother, I learned much about myself.
If you are fire, I am assuredly ice.
Have you ever watched a glacier? A rhetorical question, of course, you've never had the patience or attention span to sit in one place for any length of time. You may think you are looking, merely observing a stationary object, but that is untrue. You are witnessing an act, a motion so subtle, so patient and painstaking that it appears not to be moving in the slightest. In the grand course of time, however, you can see the fruition of its efforts.
If that is what I am, I can find no faults in it. My actions will have a lasting, noticeable effect as I carve my name into the annals of history. Meanwhile, you will be a flash in the pan, so to speak, as your loves, your rages and sorrows consume you and those you foolishly surround yourself with; mortal, mobile tinder with yourself as the flint.
And I will be there to watch you burn.