Blue Devil
Zukone
POV One shot
"Look at that Blue Devil," I heard him say. He was another passer by. I was supposed to shrug it off and walk my own way like I always did. But I always hurt because of those things and it always showed within the recesses of my eyes. This time, I didn't walk off. Instead, I stood there and looked at the man who said such a thing.
He was a normal looking person with surprisingly soft features. I realized exactly why I had to look even though I had decidedly made a vow never to pay any mind to the disgusted reaction I got because of my body.
His voice, when he had first spoken, hadn't been harsh. Neither had it bee apologetic. That's why I was drawn. I could only search his eyes to try and find an answer. I was ready for familiar hatred to reveal itself. But that's not what I saw. Was it arrogance? Was it pride?
I wonder if he could see me. If the man hadn't been fueled by hatred then what was it? There was truth to what he said. A Blue Devil was around here.
He was on my shoulder. He was constantly talking, constantly telling me the things I feared. The things I didn't want to hear. Where was my angel for my other shoulder? Why wouldn't he intervene? Wasn't he supposed to say something too? I wanted to hear an angelic voice. I wanted to hear the songs of angels and I wanted to join them. If only I knew where heaven was, I'd transport myself there in an instant.
A devil has no hope. He's been cast out of heaven. He will never find his way.
I tried anyway. I tried so desperately to hear that voice of hope. Standing before this man on the street, I wanted him to see me- not the Blue Devil. And he just stood there too. Only he was more amused-as if he knew I wouldn't hurt a fly.
"So what are you gonna do?" he said.
"A devil wouldn't be so obvious!" I snapped. It's one of those moments of realization. I wanted to take it back because I had wanted to prove I wasn't demonic by being the better man.
That's just it. You don't have to disprove what you know is not true. It had come undone and I was exposed. Blue Devil. Blue Devil. Was I ever a better man?
"Sometimes things are exactly as they seem," The man smiled and said to me. "You are a man. But what are you going to do about that blue devil? Or are you waiting on your angel?"
The truth had come. My doubts and fears had always been stronger than my hope. I never truly believed that angels would come because those like me didn't get assigned angels.
"What can I do?" I asked.
The man nodded at my illumination. "You can hope, you can believe, you can talk to Me, and you can be prepared not to think about yourself the same way again."
The man walked up to me and brushed my shoulder, "You can do just like me, and brush him of your shoulder if you can manage. When you can't, I'll send someone."
I nodded in awe because I finally understood who stood before me and he showed up in person. He wouldn't do that for a devil.
"For now," He said. "You are the angel I send, not only for you, but for those around you. Despite how you look, you are ideal. You wondered if I could see you and I'm telling you right now that I do."
I was overwhelmed. My doubts and fears diminished as I gazed at the only friendly face that counted. Shafts of light illuminated his body and he was gone.
I woke up from the dream shortly after and dedicated my life in a new way. It was a layer of happiness I never thought I could attain, but it was more steady and a foundation for every other happiness. It allowed me to look anyone in the face and realize that I was not a blue devil.
Fin
Hope you like! I realize that Nightcrawler is not "in character" but it's more about the thought process than anything else.
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