Attention all dudes and dudettes! May I have your attention please. Ok, now that you are listening, I have somthing to say. If you guys don't like my story, then I won't write anymore. Simple. The way I see it, there are too many up-chuck-tastic fan fics out there. I don't think mine is one, but you never know. I depend on you guys to inform me that I SUCK! The only way I will know what you think, is if you review. So please do, or I will stop writing, since you obviously don't like my writing enough to bother reviewing. Flamers are welcome. If you don't like my story, then...well...who cares. Just throw in what was wrong with it, if you are gonna write a poor review. Thanks guys, you ROCK. Except, of course, all of you who don't.
Disclaimer:Since the characters in my story are not of Anne's creation, then I don't need one of these! Though Iwould like to say that she is my favorite author, and could make even MY life interesting. Of course, my life is faintly reminicent of Jerry Springer, so maybe less interesting would be better. Enjoy!
"How can something so beautiful be so evil?" I thought as I stared at the canvas. On it was depicted an avenging angel, tangled in battle with a demon. So entwined in their battle were they that they seemed one creature. One creature, equally darkness and light. Although the angel was beautiful, seeming to glow even in the waning light of dusk, I found myself drawn to the demon. In many of the paintings that I have studied, I have seen demons portrayed as vulgar, demented creatures, not fit to be seen on this earth, thirsting only for the pain and suffering so easily inflicted on mortals. Snarling faces and drooling mouths relay the cruel intent and blind evil of their natures, while the razor sharp claws and blood soaked fangs reveal the means by which they sate their thirst. I smiled. That sounded familiar.
The picture in front of me was quite different from those twisted portraits. An unearthly beauty painted in dark shades glanced up at me with a triumphant smile on her open mouth as she leaned in to sup at the glittering angel's exposed throat. She had won. For once in the history of good versus evil, evil prevailed. I was drawn to this dark queen, to the velvet blackness of her hair, to the dark irises of her eyes, which somehow seemed to be depicted in perfect detail. She was shadow personified.
I smiled again, this time showing all of my teeth. To meet a woman like that. Two creatures, one in the same. Both creatures of the night, opponents to the light - - Evil. I grimaced at the word. A word made by man to describe something they could never understand. After all, how could the sun grasp the concept of darkness? How could ice truly understand fire? I chuckled. To mankind, creatures of darkness are vile, disgusting, not fit to be spoken of, unless it's to curse them. Yet, what are demons, if not people with their humanity stripped away, like petals from a flower, to reveal the true substance beneath? That is all I was. I was the human, without the humanity. Until I met her. What is light, without darkness? What is the sun, without the moon? I never realized that the darkness needed the light too. Until I met her. For what is the sweet embrace of darkest night, without the kiss of sunlight on your cheeks? What is the pleasure of a cold winter wind, without a warm fire to come home to? I took one last look at the demon, beautiful in her ferocity, and walked out of the gallery, chuckling under my breath the whole way out.
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