"What it means to take the twisted path"
I am twelve, or am I fifty? I am one person, or have I been Hundreds? I am me, yet I am not. I am human, no hahahah I am a noah.
I despise humans, I wish them nothing but pain and in my softest most pure dreams I am the one to deal that pain to them for centuries, I am a Kamelot
When I was human I was subject to so much unexplained barbarism, I was just another dot that the faceless mass known as mankind thought it could wipe out. I was a victim, I was a statistic.
I don't even need to tell that to you now do I? Hmm? Look at you sitting there staring at me, judging me. Do you think you're so pure that my beliefs are so wrong? We are the Noah, we are Pure.
A candle goes through your hand and you and your entire little exorcist friends will call me a monster; you will call my whole race evil. You, an exorcist however, you hold so much "Purity" don't you? You can stab us, burn us, attempt to drown us as you hunt my kind and all you will obtain is cheers and congratulations from your friends as we suffer a thousand plus years of torment and misery.
We fight back the best we can, we twist souls and we kill, but we do no fight ourselves now do we? You Humans, You exorcists, you call us murderers you call us evil for a war that in truth you and your kind started. Yet you proclaim how good humanity is despite their flaw is over "Monsters".
Your argument is that even if humans aren't perfect you at least have love. I laugh inside whenever that response is so much as uttered. You have love alright and tonight when you return to your little homes and find the door hanging off it's hinges, your little children slaughtered, your love abused and raped. When you return and see these things and you piece together it was your best friend whose lust and jealousy finally pushed him to the brink, when you discover that a human, not a noah, not a demon, but a human you thought you knew so well did it I will be there to ask you what your love has brought you.
We kill that is true, we will never stop killing your kind, for over thousands of years your kind has not stopped killing our's so why shouldn't we keep killing. We kill yet we do not rape, we do not rob, we do not hide behind a sheep's clothing. We do not lie to you we are simple in what you call our twisted way.
You sit there telling me how you took the righteous path against evil by fighting me? Yet I do not see you hunting the Murderers and rapist that would fall so easily against you weapons, when you are not hunting your innocence and fighting the dreaded akuma why do you not stop those crimes? Why did you not protect me?
You walk the straight path you say, well if you call that the straight path then all I can say is, I am proud to have taken the twisted path.
"You Monster" the exorcist says right before a candle drives through his eye
A little girl with a white dress with blood splatters smiles a sickening yet proud smile "Yes, yes I am"
Reaper Rites: so this is my third short story and as always your review would be kind. I want to clarify that this is a conversation between Road and a captured exorcist speaking of her Race's hardships