What is human?
I tried to cover my ears as I heard my big brother cry out in pain, but it was of no use. I could hear his screams of anguish echo through the empty, starless night with great abandon. It was a good thing no one could see or hear us where we were, completely shrouded from wandering eyes eager to find us. My beloved older brother was writhing in distress as pain undoubtedly coursed through his body as easily, smoothly, and forcefully as blood.
He was changing, and this won't be the first or last time. We were all going to change, sooner or later. Father just wanted him to be the first born…
The first to be reborn.
We're not human…Even though I'm not someone who is easily made squimeesh, I look away and notice the mixed reaction among my comrades. Some looked disgusted like me, while others looked as though they were witnessing a miracle. In retrospect, this is a sort of miracle. We were becoming less human and more divine now. Or perhaps, maybe a little more demonic. It doesn't matter though; we each have our own purpose and our own goal for being here.
Another cry and a few shudders later, and I look back to face my brother. I can't help but be in awe as his new black wings spread out and touch the sky. He had been completely transformed into something else…something more.
That's the moment I realized that what we're doing was a complete sin, a taboo, and act against the blind God. I also realized that I couldn't give a damn…
And we'll never be human.