Author's Note: I have NO idea where this idea came from, but I thought it was interesting. So, here's a bedtime story about a serial killer. Enjoy.
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There once was an angel that, so desperate in his quest for power, forgot the difference between right and wrong. He felt that his life was worthless and wished to be the greatest being of all. So, he made a deal. Traveling down to the depths of hell wasn't a pleasant experience, but it was absolutely necessary if he wanted to better himself.
The devil greeted this stranger with open arms, bestowing upon him the visage and habits of the demon. Now this angel was truly a superior race. He had strength, speed, and brutal force that would startle even the strongest of opponents.
He jumped into the air, eager to show God his new gifts, but found that he no longer had wings. The things of feather and flesh had been replaced with teeth, claws, and horns. Cast out, the newly-demon sulked in a place between heaven and hell.
Still, these abilities weren't enough for him. He had heard word of a creature that could give him more, more, more. It was known as a Sphinx. Slinking on his claws and cloven hooves, he ventured deep into the desert to meet it. A bird, cat, and woman fused spoke riddles to him. The solution wasn't difficult for the demon to puzzle out.
In a growling voice, he answered the question. Solemnly, the Sphinx nodded it's head. Among swirls of sand and smoke arose a new form. It absorbed the demon, his image shifting to resemble an angel without wings.
He looked at himself in awe, smiling at smooth skin and sleek features. Few aspects had stayed from his demon form. Among them were his dark eyes and logical mind. He traveled the world in this skin, living from animals. But one day a new species cropped up. Surprisingly, they looked almost exactly like him.
Angered by the similarities, he vowed to destroy every one of these animals. He thought they didn't deserve their convenient bodies. They hadn't suffered as he had. The memories of heaven were still strong in his mind, rotting away his morality. This altered persona took the name Gabriel.
So, one by one the humans were killed. Violence and blood sprang up from everyplace, coating the soul of the past-angel. He tricked, manipulated, and destroyed his way through his long, long life. Through this terror, one man fought. The hero, completely unnamed, stabbed Gabriel where his heart once was.
The hero revealed himself to be God, the one that Gabriel had turned his back on in his pursuit of control. "Angels must not forget the difference between right and wrong," He whispered wisely while the blood of Gabriel's victims poured from his body.