Humans And The Like

How it all began.

It is hard to feel when you’ve lost reason to. It is hard to smile when the world grows so dark and cruel. Nobody should deserve this, I certainly do not. Humans are such hypocrites, such cruel beings. They seriously think themselves to be kind, caring and compassionate. I could only laugh at that, seeing as I can’t reply. What’s the point in it? They’re vacant, they don’t listen, they’re biased and judgemental. Humans, even Angels think they’re wretched beings.

I was born to my human mother, she wasn’t as bad as the others. In fact, she didn’t mind that I was a Devi. A human with a black tail and strange powers. It’s strange they’d give us a name even though we’re fundamentally human, it’s quite racist if one could speak his opinion in this world. They associate us with devils for our black tails. Silly.

She loved me and that was enough. Devies were rare, unlike Angies that were generally associated with Angels. They had healing powers and white wings. It’s still racist, but it’s in their favour at least. My little sister was an Angie, and I loved her dearly. Our races tend to mingle better than with ‘humans’ in any case.

But my mother had it very rough since I was born. From what I could see, she was outcasted by the entire village. The humans were outcasting her. They called her a witch, a w***e and a curse and it was taking it’s troll on her. She was a gentle soul and she never hated me for it. Even when my sister was born they never stopped, instead, they attacked the purity of my sister. It doesn’t make sense since we’re not actually Angels or Devils, but the notion of it stung nonetheless. They used to actually throw water at me like it’s going to burn my flesh. Silly. My mom used to walk me to school because of that. The New World School of Humans and the like. What a cruel name that was. Fitting to an equally cruel staff and student body. It got especially bad the days she would cry at night. My 3 year old sister, Hope, would knock on my door and sleep with me. I would then hold her hands and walk over to my mother’s bedroom. She’d be hunched on the chair next to the window, tears flowing over her burned cheeks. I’d reach out to her and the three of us would sleep together. Me in the middle, my mother on my right and my sister on my left. I had to be strong, I had to be the one giving a shoulder. I wouldn’t cry in front of either of them, they needed a man in the house. Even if that man was only a 13 year old Devi that could only cry when nobody was home.

My father was a drunk, one that spent the whole night drinking and came back to unleash his drunk-anger on my mother. If he ever came back. He’d hit and insult her, and I wouldn’t do anything worthwhile to stop it. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Neither my sister and I could go against the angelic law of using our powers against humans, and my father would go as far as hitting my with the chair. I was practically as helpless as any 13 year old human without my powers, and my sister was too young to heal me and my mother. We were all broken, in ways more than one.

But now I realised those were the good days. It happened on a cloudy day. As the sky was darkening, and the wind was as still as if it was the calm before the storm. I was buying food from the grocery store and felt all kinds of foreign dread that I never felt before. I knew my senses to be strong, so I hurried towards the house only to be met with worse than I had initially felt. The door to the house was broken and a faint trail of blood was left outside the house. My heart started beating out of my chest as all sorts of horrible scenarios creeped into my mind. They wouldn’t, would they? Nobody could be as cruel as that! ‘There must be an explanation’ I forced myself to think as I followed the trail as fast as I could.

My worst fears were not as shocking as what I found at the park that night. My mother and sister, my family, my veins and my blood were tied to a pole at the centre of the park. Motionless as the fire at their feet slowly ate what’s left of them. The villagers were having a feast at their feet; occasionally throwing bones at them from where they sat. And that was the final straw. I leaped over them and hang in the air right before the pole, blew as hard as to stop the fire from claiming my loved ones. I couldn’t think properly, I couldn’t see with the tears running down my face. What have we done to deserve this? Is it all because I look different? ‘Too cruel’ I thought ‘Too cruel’ my mind echoed over and over again. I freed my family from the ropes and flew to the cliff of the mountain that overshadowed that evil village I never called home.

With my hands I dug a hole in the ground, big enough to barry them both together. I didn’t have the heart to separate them. I wailed and cursed as I dug what seems to me a never ending torture. It started pouring and I wondered bitterly why the rain waited for my family to burn then came down as I was digging their graves. ‘Those wretched humans.’ I thought ‘They will pay, they have to pay, I need to be payed.’ 

After I was done with the burying, and had closed the non existing caskets, I felt empty. I sat there looking at the village down the valley and couldn’t think of anything to do that wouldn’t end badly for me. I needed to cool my head. But how can I? With my family’s grave right beside me?

Were the Angels watching this unfold? Did they find my suffering amusing? I wanted to give one of them a piece of my mind. I stood up and shouted from the top of my lungs.

“ANGLES!” I said.

“ANGLES! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! WRETCHED WORMS!” I repeated, anger rising and rising with each word I utter.

“YOU’D BETTER ANSWER ME NOW, OR I WILL BREAK YOUR STUPID LAW AND DO SOMETHING WE BOTH WILL REGRET!”

Silence, of course. I didn’t expect a real Angel to show up, they had better things to do. Like, create more Devies and kill more mothers with them. But then I wasn’t particularly listening, I was just crying and shouting before I finally realised I was being spoked to from behind.

“Hello! I’m here! Look at me here!” said a strangely sweet voice “Calm down now! I’m here! Hello!” she repeated, and I jerked around only to be met with a marvellous sight that I probably did not appreciate as much as I should have. But who could blame me then?

It was an Angel. A real damned Angel. With wings and halos and white freaking robes and s**t. And she was smiling like it was hilarious how angry and overwhelmed I was right now. I was not as shocked at to hold my mouth though.

“….The hell are you” I uttered, quite rudely.

“My!” she exclaimed “Language! I am an Angel, did you not just call us? Wretched worms?” She looked at me and her grin only increased at the disbelieving expression on my face.

“Really? Are we doing jokes now?” I managed, without shouting as I would have expected. How impressive.

She actually chuckled at that, what sort of an Angel does that? I don’t even want to know. “Peace, peace! I came to fix things, not joke around, I think.” she paused for a moment “Have you ever heard of a ‘judgement trial’ before?”

“No.”

“Alright! Then you’re quite lucky. We don’t usually offer compensations, but don’t think we’re too careless! What happened to your family"“ she paused and glanced over the grave “"was not supposed to happen. We let things slide as these sorts of treatments happen all over the globe, it is not as important as other things at hand.” she gave me an apologetic look, which I bitterly scoffed at. “But it has gone too far. Never had anybody killed a human "was it Devi?" or the family of one because of some urban legend about them being devils. That is most unacceptable!” she said loudly as her face turned into a frown.

“…So, you’ll make it up to me? How? Will you return what I lost?” I said, with a twinge of hope ringing at the back of my head.

“No” she said firmly “I cannot raise the dead, they shall stay where they are now. In heaven!”

“Then how will you make it up for me?”

“How? Well that’s obvious!” She raised her hands and shouted “BY PUNISHING THEM!”

“By punishing them…” I repeated under my breath. Then I snapped my head up towards her. “By punishing them?” I exclaimed “Are you really an Angel?”

“Rude!” she laughed “Of course I am. Oh right, did you think I was as kind as to forgive murder? Nonsense! I will treat them as they deserve, justice is more important than kindness. Mercy is overrated!”

I pondered at that. Even though she says she’ll punish them"which, needless to say, I’m happy with" what is she going to do? Lecture them? “What are you going to do? Lecture them?”

“Oh don’t be silly! They’ll be.. what was it again..”

“They’ll be..?”

“Oh yes! According to our law, the village will be annihilated.”

There was silence as I tried to process what she just said.

“Annihilated…”

“Yes, annihilated. Do keep up! Now if you excuse me, I have to step on them like.. what are they called.. oh, ants!”

“Wait a minute, annihilated? Stepped on? What do you"“ I couldn't continue as she flew off until she stopped over the city. And her voice echoed throughout the length and width of the valley. Now I noticed that it was dawn, and her wings gleamed in the still faint sunlight.

“Attention!” she cried “This is an official holy announcement. Pay attention, you monkeys!” Huh. And she just said‘language’ to me.

“You have committed a hideous crime in the right of Sam Olvo son Laura Olvo brother of Hope Olvo. I am speaking to you, Olvo! I have judged your hearts and found those responsible and those not. Those not responsible had been evacuated so no use looking for your children and your missing neighbours!” she paused for a while and then said “I will now punish you for murder and celebration of murder without the right to do either. Prepare yourselves!”

She then suddenly spun and started chanting something, I was entirely shocked by all of it, but it didn’t stop at that. I heard screams coming from the village, everybody heard the announcement. The Angel then increased in size till she became bigger than the mountain itself. I couldn’t see her head from how high it was and her breasts were like two moons. I shouldn’t have noticed that. Her feet were floating over the village casting a shadow over the whole circumference of the borders. She was obviously not joking when she said she’d step on them like ants. she lifted one foot and with the most gentle way she put her foot on the village and silence fell. Her foot imprinted on the ground, and that was the last time anybody lived in that valley now known as the cursed land.

I looked at the town, and I remembered last night. I finally let myself breath. I crumbled down my feet and stared at my filthy hands, illuminated by the young rayes of light. She leaped behind me and kneeled. Put her arms protectively around me as I broke into nothing but tears, tears and more tears.

“There there,” she whispered “It will all be just fine.” And I wondered, will it be?

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is much appreciated!