I love writing about things that are *not* earthly. It's fun to try and come up with a way to describe them that's a little different.
Demons, i think, are simply hurting for what they've lost. The ones that fell, at least. And that hurt is turned outward. They're *not* cuddly, and they wouldn't be nice if they were just given the chance. They seethe with hatred and jealousy, spite and envy and wrath. But they were still, ages ago, the chosen.
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Thank you!
I love writing about things that are *not* earthly. It's fun to try and come up with a way to describe them that's a little different.
Demons, i think, are simply hurting for what they've lost. The ones that fell, at least. And that hurt is turned outward. They're *not* cuddly, and they wouldn't be nice if they were just given the chance. They seethe with hatred and jealousy, spite and envy and wrath. But they were still, ages ago, the chosen.
Thank you thank you thank you.
:)