A long time ago, when I was still a young and weak demoness, my mother told me an old something I never dared to forget: No matter the situation or the location, an archangel will never dare to lie.

I was constantly reminded that they never had, have, or will have a reason to lie to anyone about anything. They were entities of the Light who lived in a constant bliss devoted only to good and kindness. While it was very possible for them to do so if ever was so that they wanted and needed to, since the beginning of existence, all those who wore the wings of an archangel spoke the truth and nothing but the truth. Their strength, wisdom, and the very meaning of their existence gave them no reason to even try to lie in the first place.

When I was little, I could never understand why people looked at me with such hateful eyes, why they wished to harm me, and why they put so much effort into making me cry. Each day that passed by was nothing but a living hell for me, but I continued to march forward, still hoping, deep down, in my heart, that someday, maybe, I would find a little bit of happiness.

Even a small smile would have been enough for me...

There were times when I dreamed of how it would be to see someone showing me kindness. To offer me a gentle friendly pat on the shoulder or a loving embrace. I dreamed of how it would be like to have a friend to play and share various thoughts with. Unfortunately, I always woke up alone and surrounded by glares and words filled with venom.

I often found myself wondering how many humans on Earth went through the same things I did. What sort of nightmares did they witnessed or experienced so far? Or was I the only one among all the souls found in this world subjected to such tormenting suffering?

However, I had yet to experience the worst of it until that moment when I stepped through the front door of my family’s apartment.

I took off my shoes and noticed there were three other unfamiliar pairs there. I blinked surprised and wondered if we had guests. My parents often brought coworkers and friends to enjoy together the sweet aroma of some freshly brewed tea and a pleasant conversation. They could afford to do so because their guests did not seem to be the type to see any wrongdoing with how I was treated. Actually, no one seemed to care about my wellbeing and even when my brother brought his friends over, they did not hesitate to pick on me.

Every step I took on the cold damp sidewalk felt like an eternity. The drizzle covered me with small drops of rain, soaking me to the bone. I was cold, I was hungry, and my body hurt after being pushed down the flight of stairs back at school.

They all laughed at me when I fell. The teachers didn’t even bother to give me helping hand or send me to the infirmary. I just hoped I didn’t suffer anything worse than a bruise; I couldn’t afford to go to a hospital, or rather I was afraid that going there could result in much more serious injuries.

With every step I took, I dragged my weight forward, and while doing so, I remembered what a random old man once told me: “People are born with a certain luck, sometimes good and sometimes bad.”

The archangel showed me a gentle smile and then using his angelion magic, he transported us to planet Earth, the closest sapient inhabited planet from our current location. There, rather than showing my real self to these fragile mortals, I decided to take possession over the body of one of them. My target had a fragile mind that had been ravaged by narcotic substances over the course of almost a decade now. These drugs, which slowly killed her, made it impossible for her to resist my possession, although, to be honest, it did not matter whether she was healthy or not, I could even possess a saint if I wanted to.

“Please... Please don’t do it!” cried the pathetic human.

He begged me on his knees. He begged me with tears in his eyes, but I did not care nor want to listen to his pathetic cries. With a simple move of my wrist, the sharp edge of my sword slashed open his throat, and his warm red blood gushed out. He gurgled and squirmed at my feet as he gave away his last breath of life.

Was I in the wrong for mercilessly killing him like this?

Was I evil?