I place powder and lipstick on my face so that I can cover up the imperfections I didn’t know I had till the media pointed out to me. My stomach is not flaut enough and my waist is not thin enough. I don’t have an hourglass figure nor will I ever have one. Yet my boobs are not big enough nor is my butt. My lips can never be full enough no matter what I do. I want to claw at my skin because it can never be perfect. The pimple that meant I was growing up has now become a problem.

I hold my body close to me even though I’m conditioned to hate it and as I see someone that is prettier than me I realize that I can never be a ten. I look in the mirror that should be broken from my reflection with the way I look. My mascara is down my face as I cry in the corner trying to comfort myself.

A million beauty products, a million routines and yet the ugly never goes away. The ugly I reference is my face. The face that I loved so much as a child but now a teen, I hate it. Without a little makeup I feel insecure even though people say it doesn’t change the way I look. I shudder at the thought of someone seeing a pimple on my face.

Body positivity, I can fake it. I know what clothes make me look good or what clothes that are baggy that you don’t know what’s underneath it. I’m short and I wear heels to make me look taller even though they hurt my feet. Makeup takes too long but I do it anyway.

You have people cutting their wrist and killing themselves because they can’t reach the perfect them. Even though the perfect them is the one they see. Comparing themselves to one another like a sick and twisted game. A game we didn’t sign up for but rather were pushed into it.

I don’t want to be part of this game but I am and I don’t know how to get out. I’m at the point where I care about people’s stares, strangers I don’t know nor will ever get to know. What do they think about me? I don’t know but I input the worst things about me into my head. I could pick out my faults faster than I can my family.

Perfection, I can never reach it. I know this. I walk a broken path of beauty standards that I’ll never reach. I’m on Earth and they’re the stars. My children will grow up in a world were the looks they got from their parents will be called ugly because it isn’t the new thing.   

How am I supposed to tell my children to love themselves, when I can’t even love myself?  

She was everything to me. I never honestly know why but I did know that I would drop everything for her. If she needed advice or help, I would be there at the other side of the screen. Typing away words that may help her.



Devils Don’t Always Have Horns #2

She was the daughter to the Sun God. The Sun God loved to dance in the flowers and being outside. Though his daughter would just sit in the flowers and look at them. She never touched them or anything, she even stopped giving him hugs at five. She swore when she came back from Title Choosing that she was the God of Happiness but she never looked happy herself.

She was also the daughter of the strong Moon God. The Moon God loved her daughter as much as she loved the night. Her daughter would look at the animals that would come out at night while the Moon God was covered head from toe with them. As they would surrounded her.

Now a teenager she was stunning unlike any God. They compared her to the God of Beauty and Vanity but she overshadowed them. White hair of the moon and golden eyes of light. Smooth and delicate skin of porcelain. Her wings the purest of white littered with gold and silver.

Her voice could put all the children of the Middle World to sleep making the God of Song and God of Music listen to it for days. She painted the most realistic and detailed paintings and portraits, making her get praised by the God of Color and the God of Art every time.

Her writings could mess with your feelings causing the God of Literature adore her like a sister. She was more selfless than the God himself and more kind than the God herself. To top off it all off her wisdom put the God of Wisdom to shame.

She had no interest in love not even when the God of Love talked to her. She would always tell the God of Love one thing, ‘I’m still young I have an eternity to find my true love for now I’ll indulge in my interest.”

She grew another dislike to fighting and war. The Gods of Fighting and Hunt all talked to her but she never dared picked up a weapon. ‘In war there is only winner and that winner ends up all alone in the end. So did they really win?’ Was all she would say.

The Sun God was still concerned of his daughter so he sought after advice from his wife the Moon God. She was a soldier protecting the Middle World of the things that lurk at night, while her husband was a priest that cleansed souls that got tricked by the evil that slipped through.

“So what if our daughter doesn’t look happy?” She spoke bluntly. “Just because someone doesn’t look a certain way doesn’t mean their not that. Like if I have a green apple and I dye it red people would say I now have a red apple but when they bite into it, it would still be a green apple. Outer appearances doesn’t mean nothing.”

“What about her behavior? She’ll only touches things that aren’t alive.”

“I don’t know about that one but does it really matter. Our daughter is like us she may not like running and being in the flowers but she likes being outside. She may not like fighting or animals but she loves to paint the night. Our daughter may be a little different but aren’t we? Before we turned to Gods I was the Moon and you were the Sun. I died and so did you every day so that the other one could breath because that’s how much in love we were. So let our daughter be her.” With that the Moon God whipped away all of the Sun’s God worry to only bring herself to worry about different matters.

“Shouldn’t we be talking about the recent disappearances in souls in the Middle World. It’s not like it’s wicked souls it’s more good souls than bad ones. It’s not the work of anyone in the UnderWorld either. Who could be doing this?”

He hugs his wife that starts to panic. “Don’t worry we’ll get through the bottom of this together.” They didn’t know finding out who it is will cause them more pain then dying.

One day the God of Joy went to the Middle World where she was approached by a man. She sat in flowers and the man stood above her. He wore a hood and his face could not be seen.

“What’s your name?”

“Joy.” She says flinching as he gets closer her hands into tight fist.

“Why are you sitting on the ground?”

“I can’t walk.” And that’s when he sat in front of her almost making her scream. This person was dangerous but she can’t get up or so he thought.  Why did she ever come to the Middle world at night? Well that was obvious she loved looking at the stars but she should’ve brought a weapon.

“Now why is a God in the Middle World at night you might meet people like me.” He takes off his hood and a demon is shown. He has a wicked smile, bright red eyes and a scar from his left forehead to his right cheek, this is the God of Chaos. Wings come from his back and black feathers litter the ground. “I wonder what your soul will taste like.” He says clicking his claws together. When she sees him in his God form something in her snaps.

The God in front of him doesn’t look at him with fear she just laughs hysterically. “I’m kinda glad your a God and not a mortal I was tired.” Her voice and even her aura changes. She gets up and shows her own set of sharp claws, her teeth sharp like a shark. Her eyes a dark red and insane. Her hair black of night. She unfolds the blackest of wings covered with red of fire and black powder of ash. Her spring dress doesn’t hide her legs and arms which are covered head to toe in symbols meaning it’s own things.

The God of Chaos looks at the once innocent God in shock how did she turn into this even the God of Death and Evil wouldn’t mess with her. Before he can react her hand is in their chest and she pulls out a black shadow as big as a pool ball but with smoke coming from it. It fit in her palm perfectly. She took the soul and ate it. The God of Chaos before her turned into nothing but ash.

“Now you messed up.” A mad but sweet voice says in her head.

“Ah you hush, I never get to have fun in the Upper World and we both decided that we would go to the UnderWorld today.” She says out loud. She looks as the moon glows darkly. “Everything is falling to place.”

Up In The Upper World

The Moon God gets ready to go out for the night when the God of Order approaches her and her husband.

“Moon and Sun I need to inform you. The God of Chaos has died just moments ago.”

“What do you mean he died? Who killed him?” Moon ask.

“I have to reveal another secret. With me being the God of Order I am also the God or Secrecy. I know everything but can’t tell. Your daughter isn’t the God of Happiness she’s the God Yang and Yin but instead into evolving into the God of Balance she developed split personalities. The one who has been killing both good and bad souls and even the person who killed the God of Chaos is your daughter.”

“What do you mean she’s always in her God form and we never seen this other personality. She even refuses to fight.” The Sun God says shocked.

“Let me show you.” She holds up a clear ball and it replays the meeting and fight of Chaos and Joy.

“She really is split.” Moon says her eyes casted downwards. “No wonder she didn’t want to touch anything. Yang knew that if she touched anything it would reveal the identity of Yin.”

“Why didn’t we notice something was up.” Sun says and Moon only walks away to the Middle World Portal.

“Because not all devils have horns.” She yells back and her husband runs after her.

They arrive at the Middle World in front of their daughter who only smirks when she sees them. “Oh no Mom and Dad found out. Let me think God of Secrecy?” She looks at them and they don’t move. “I’ll take that as a yes. I know what’s going to happen you’re going to cast me to the UnderWorld. Don’t worry I’m going there anyway.” She says leaning on the heels of her feet.

“Wait we weren’t going to banish you to the UnderWorld.” Sun says and Moon nods in agreement.

“Oh well I don’t care. I’m really tired of being a perfect God. Boring. Mom you probably said it before you left not all devils have horns and in that you are correct. Bye-bye.” She waves as she falls back into a deep hole that closes up quickly.

Tears falls from Sun’s face and this causes it to be coldest it has been in years. Moon doesn’t cry she tries to stay strong but this only breaks her causing the moon itself to break and causing the people to panic for days on end as pieces fall from the sky.  

In The UnderWorld

The God Yin sits on a throne while in the first few days here she betrayed Yang and Yang died. Ruling the UnderWorld she smiles peacefully. One year that’s all it took for her to defeat the Gods that opposed her and make everyone bow to her.

A shadow sits on the arm to her throne. The women told her many stories everyday and even her name which shocked Yin shadows don’t have names. In return Yin did the same thing without knowing giving the shadow a bit of human each day. They would exchange stories and the shadow would go to the Upper World with the help of Vanity and tell Sun and Moon of their daughter everyday for years to come. In return Sun would give the shadows a bit of body everyday and Moon would give the shadow a bit of life everyday.

Then one day the shadow was no longer a shadow she was a person. Her hair was brown and so was her eyes. She wasn’t the smartest and wasn’t the prettiest. She sometimes wasn’t good with words or people. Even though she wasn’t perfect like a God she still spread her words across all worlds. Not all Angels have Halos but not all Devils have Horns.

She could still get in all worlds and visited every God. The God of Vanity and Selfless had the strongest brother and sister relationship among Gods. Sun and Moon choose to have no more children and has been in multiple fights with the UnderWorld and their daughter. Though they fight for two different teams they are not bitter to one another.

In The Middle World

That was something Gods didn’t understand and would probably never grasp but what does the once cursed God of Human care about those Gods she was the only one who lived in the Middle World.

The God of Humans shakes her head. “Not all stories have a happy ending.” She says to her son after telling him the two stories she had of the Gods both below and above. She looks down at her now sleeping son.

The story of Yin. When she told me the reason why she went into the UnderWorld she broke my spell. The reason Yang agreed to go to the UnderWorld was to keep Sun and Moon safe. Yin was more powerful than Yang. Yin was just a storm of chaos ready to take over, so Yang locked herself away in their mind. When Sun and Moon was told this gold and silver danced across the skies for days giving every soul in the Middle World hope.

”How can the God of Humans not understand Humans? Humans are two words. Perfectly, imperfect” I still remember her voice.

“Two words perfectly, imperfect.” I sing into the skies.


Look At Me

I never believed in angels until I met him, an angel who fell. Though he’s not with me anymore I still think about him everyday. He helped me see the light in the day again. I owe him a debt I can never repay.
A little girl maybe ten cries over a gravestone. Tears seep through her palms and onto the marble. The gravestone says two names.

            In Loving Memory of David and Grace Willow.
Loving Mother and Loving Father

1985-2005 DW
1984-2005 GW

The dream is interrupted by a steady beep. I wake up to smell medicine. Looking around I see a white room with white titles. Wires are connected to my arms and hooked up to machines.

My body is weak like always when I end up in these places. It’s a hospital. With the little strength I have tears come out of my eyes and down my cheeks. I failed again.

“Don’t cry.” I hear a voice say out of nowhere and look around. A man my age walks to me. He wears normal clothes. He doesn’t work here. Who is he?

“Who are you?” Where are the nurse? How can they let a random stranger into my room.

“My name is Lukas Light. Just call me Luke.”

“Why are you in my room? I don’t know you.”

“I don’t know you either but that’s okay.” He grabs a clipboard from by me bed. “Raven Willow. Nice to meet you Raven.” He flips a page and flinches. He flips the board over to me so I can see it. “Eight times you were in here all for the same thing. Suicide. Why?”

“I shouldn’t have to tell you that.”

A nurse comes in and ask me how I’m doing. I shrug her off and she helps me sit up. I find it strange that she didn’t mention anything about the guy she didn’t even look at him.

“Hey do you see him.” I point to where he stands.

“Are you sure you’re okay. You’re hallucinating.” She says concerned.

“Yeah I must. I’m fine now though, I don’t see him anymore.”

She leaves reluctantly. “I’m a ghost.” He burst out when she closes the door.

“Yeah I got that when she didn’t see you. I may be suicidal but I’m not crazy.”

“I’m shocked usually people freak out when they learn I’m a ghost.”

“I’m too tired to deal with you. You could be a zombie for all I care about. Now leave.”

“No.” He says walking over and sitting on the edge of my bed.


“I’m a ghost and I’m stuck in this world right now. I thought I might as well have some fun and you just so happened to be my target.”

“I already hate you.” I snicker.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you in a two weeks.” He disappears in thin air. I thought he would leave me alone but I was surely mistaken. In two weeks he came back around.

“Get out of my house you freeloader.”

“But your house is so nice. Please just let me stay here for a week.” He begs.

“Whatever. You’re giving me a headache. Stay if you like.” I go to my kitchen and open my medicine cabinet. He whistle behinds me.

“These are all prescribed. One, two, three.”

“There are only twenty.” I burst out picking a bottle and pouring out three tablets, washing them down with water. “I’m going to bed get comfortable.”
With her being asleep I take the advantage to rummage around in her apartment. I find a box closed with nails and wrapped ten times with sharp wire stored in the attic. I put my hand through the wood and take out photos or a small kid with their parents. Then photos of the kid alone and the parents together, alone and when they were younger.

I take the photos and hang them on the hallway walls. Next I go in her cabinet and take out all her pills. Most of these are for anti-depressions. I didn’t know there were so many different kinds.
I wake up. I didn’t have a dream. It’s good I have medicine. I open my door and my heart races. I start to breath heavily and fall to the ground. I close my eyes tightly as tears burn out. I cover my ears with my hands. No I don’t want to hear the voices.

“Come on Raven.” A vision of my Dad’s hand extended out to me comes to mind.

I open my eyes not wanting to see it and come face to face with their pictures and the girl that died.

No matter what I do, close my eyes or keep them open their always here. I scream scraping my throat and burning my lung.

Hands grab my arms and push me down. I land on the ground with a thud. “Look at me and only me.” Luke shouts at me. “Breath. In and out. In and out.”

I do as I’m told and my body stops shaking. My breath even outs. “Don’t scream.” He says shakily. A tear falls onto my face and he puts his head into the crook of my neck.

I didn’t know ghost could cry.

It’s been five days since my panic attack. My apartment actually looks like someone lives there. Pictures hang on the walls of my childhood. I threw out my medicine and blades. I even painted the walls. I smile remember how Luke helped me make my house look like me. I still never told him my story and he never told me his but that’s what made me accept his advice more than others because he wasn’t trying to force me to tell him.

I thought he was kind of annoying at first though. I never thought he would show me to not be scared of the dark but to embrace it. We would talk for hours and I would never get bored. When I would burst into tears or have an attack he would be there telling me to breath or whispering things like it’s okay or look at me. He even told me to express myself in an artistic way. I didn’t think I would be good at drawing.

I look down at my sleeve tattoos filled with flowers. They cover up my scars. No they don’t cover up my scars, the scars will always be there, no they just show how much that I grew.

I look at the sky. I never watched the sunset before. It always scared me. I sit outside on a bench. When the sun sets I get up and start to walk. Thunder crackles over head and it starts to rain. I shiver as I only wear a shirt and pants.

“Raven where are you going? It’s raining.” Luke says behind me. He must of saw me leave.

“I’m not stopping so you better follow.” I yell behind me.

We end up at a cemetery. I walk to the two gravestones. I haven’t been here since ten but I can never forget the path. I sit in front of the graves and so does Luke.

“When I was younger we were taking a trip. We were fine but someone was driving this truck and they were drunk. Before my Dad could do anything the truck smashed into our car and flipped it over. They died and I lived.” I laugh running my hands over the names. “I shocked the doctors since I was barely a body. Of course living came with sacrifice. I lost my left lung, broke exactly fifty three bones in my body, and had panic attacks almost everyday either hearing their voices, having dreams about them or the crash, or just a simple memory. I wished when I was younger that I would die everyday. When I healed it was to one foster home to another, no one wanting the broken doll. Until I was eighteen and left on the street. I did have a job luckily, getting an apartment with rats.”

I point to the empty space next to their plots. “When I saved roughly two thousand dollars I spent it right away. See the empty plot next to them. That’s mine. I bought it for my nineteenth birthday present.”

“I’m sorry.” Luke says looking at the plot and not me.

“Why are you apologizing?”

Luke gets up and takes off his shirt. Two jagged lines go down his back. “In 2005 I was an angel of death. I was suppose to bring all three of your souls into heaven. Your parents begged me to let you live. It was against protocol but I let you live. When I went back to heaven I was ripped of my wings and thrown out of heaven.”

“Look at me.” I say softly. He doesn’t move nor does he look at me. “I said look at me!” I yell. He turns his head and I see small tears roll down his face.

I grab his face and put his forehead to mine. “Don’t apologize. I don’t want pity. People have been trying to give me it even since I was ten and I always rejected it. Just thinking that my parents wanted me to live beyond them just gives me another reason to live.” I get up and put my hand out to him.

“Let’s go home before I get sick.” He grabs it and I pull him up.
The sun is setting when I watch as the truck smashes into the smaller car. The smaller car flips and parts fly off of it. I go up to the car and grab a man and woman souls first. The woman and man look at each other. They don’t say anything but stare at each other. That’s understandable they just did die but then they do something strange. The nod and turn towards me.

“Can you do us a favor?” The woman speaks. “You see our little girl in the back. She’s our daughter can you let her live?”

That’s impossible. I know it is. That would be treason. I go to the girls side not considering their word when I slip up. Instead of grabbing her soul through her chest I touch her forehead. Her emotions flow through me body. For the first time since becoming an Angel tears fall onto the ground. I’ve touched people’s foreheads by accidents before but this the first time that I cried.

I turn around from the body and grab the man and woman. “Fine. She’ll live.”

I don’t remember much after that. Not when I came back, the trail, not even when I fell but I remember my wings being pulled off. It didn’t hurt but it made me be able to breath again. I felt human again. Then I remember visiting her in a hospital and she screamed for what seemed like hours. Panicking and in pain. Yeah she was the only one I met that made me cry.

I wake up being shaken by two sets of hands. “It’s time for you to come back. You served your sentence.”

“Okay just give me a second.” I write a note and in between look at the woman and man looking down at Raven with smiles on their face. Snapping a picture I place the camera and letter on her bedside table.

“I’m ready Mrs, Mr Willow.”
Lily Willow
I look at my Mom’s grave. Instead of crying I smile. I read the back of her gravestone, She said it was letter from her one and only true love.

Your scars does not mean your weak, your tears does not mean your broken, your panic does not mean you failed, your scars are not your mistakes, you know what they mean to me. They mean you’re strong and that you have grown. You have blossomed like the flowers on your arms.

My Mom was always weird she took chance on me the one girl who has been to multiple homes for my own panic attacks and social anxiety. She had one room just for a single painting. I went in their after her death. It was one whole wall covered, a painting of a guy with black wings that shined. It brought you to tears and you didn’t know why. At the bottom of the painting it had the words My Only True Love and a saying. If you’re scared of the dark then light a match it’s as easy as that. One wall had a girl holding her parents hands with the words Don’t Forget. One wall had a two people looking at each other with the words Look At Me. The last wall has flowers surrounding a girl with black wings that glows like the guys with two set of words I Can’t Imagine Living Without My Battle Scars and My Scars Will Always Be There They Just Show How Much I Grew.

It’s like her life in four pictures. “I hope she’s happy with her love.”
“Can I tell her?” Luke says next to me.

“No.” I say bluntly. He pouts and I smile. “You can tell her when she dies. Let’s not show her the after life till she’s ready.”

“Oh, look who has learned.” Luke smiles giving me a light kiss.

“Whatever.” I lean on his shoulder and we talk watching the sunset for the hundredth time.


Eyeless people walking around I,
Motioning for me to become like them.
Oh! How I don’t want to go with them.
Though I must, it’s the only thing I’ve been taught.
Is this the life I must live?
Outside of a body I once owned all to my loneself,
Now I share it with the world.
Look! I’m finally their pawn.
Evil expressions scratched onto their faces.
Sewed in hearts they have, but those hearts will never beat again.
Sinister am I but I am now, eyeless.


It was simple. Maybe not to many, but when it’s engraved into your brain as a child, it becomes simple. A freak was I or imperfect were they? I would say we are both to blame.

Though a proud man will never admit to this shame. Though did he feel any shame or did he feel pride from us freaks? We’ll never know as he won’t speak to us, he won’t look at us, and he doesn’t know us. He speaks to a machine that is broken and looks at our colors and what we discover. He knows our program not us.

He can only see a bed full of flowers, but in reality we are nails. He walks on clouds never noticing it’s shattered glass. What can we do? Everyone only sees lies. Is that what makes them imperfect? Then once again we ask to a program that is broken. What can we do? The program was ill, the program was sick in the head. With it’s last dying breath the program said.

   “End it.”

End all their pain or ours? That line became blurry and so did we as our lies become truths that they foolishly believed. Soon our bodies twitched in agony as we ourselves became sick in the head. Our minds fuzzed up like a broken tv. Our colors shined one last time and faded to the most basic. We were broken and dying as we ended it. Now I lay on a black ground,  cold, and motionless.

When I feel something touch me, I open my eyes to see the program holding out their hand. “Have I ended it.” I cried.

They shook their head and nodded to the blackness around us. “No my dear you have not.” They said with tearful dread. “All you did is restart both of our pain and theirs but that my dear is fine. We should enjoy the extra time.”

The Program didn’t smile at this time, the program didn’t do anything. They have become frozen in place and then their body glitches. With a gloom I get up looking down at my body, I do not glitch or am I cracked anymore.

Colors spill on the ground, our bodies become once we were before. I look at the imperfect as they look in horror at me. Now you see what we can be or do you see our power you fool? That is a question I rather not get answered that is my last question as I become with a broken system.



I told you my dangerous demons,

that are now my precious angels.

Even with knowing this you never treated me like I was mad, so unlike others who could never understand.
Those who can’t understand why I gave my soul to these angels,
Why I dropped to my knees and had become a doll for them to push needles in.

Even when I cried my senseless, shameful, tears,

you told me not to fear this world.
Things will get better that’s what you said,

but I knew it wasn’t true,

I was a slave to the demons, not a fool to what they can do.
Even though those words held no meaning to this world, I still held them close to my heart.

To think the best of this world would be a fool’s mistake, though some days I wished I was dull.
I wanted these words to be true,

I wanted to be a person who could think the best of the world.
I guess till then, I will have to settle to hear someone else think that the world wasn’t mush.

You taught me to be strong,

even when I thought I wasn’t.
You never gave up on me, even when I did.
You told me the world may look black and white,

but there is a grey,
you just need to find it.

Respecting my decisions when no one else would, not making me a perfect even when everyone else did.
When my flaws would shine through my mask, you would still take my hand and guide me, never treating me like trash.
I have spent countless hours and tears with you,

and I will spend countless more.

You’ll shelter me, protect me from bad, even when I’m wrong.
You’re the only one who will teach me, rather than shame me.

I know I can’t hold on your hand forever, so when I have to let it go,
I want you to know one last thing.

I’ve found my grey long ago and it’s you.


Angels Don’t Always Have Halos #1

Series:Lessons For The Imperfect Gods

She wore a white dress with a purple cape. The cape was dazzling, it shined like the brightest of amethyst. You’re probably wondering who is this girl. She’s called the worst of Gods. She’s the God of Vanity, Greed, Selfishness and Narcissism but likes going by the God of Vanity. She takes but never gives.

She sits on a throne that’s gold encrusted with diamonds and the most intricate of designs. She has a ring in each finger from past lovers that she forced to get her the rings and at the same time she took all their money. When they were penniless and asked for her help she was already gone.

She doesn’t believe in love no matter how much the God of Love tells her it’s real; she just sighs and says that no one can be good enough for her. So she plays with the hearts of mortals and Gods all alike. She loves money and anything luxurious.

Of course being a God means she rules a kingdom filled with the finer materialistic things in life. Each person being crude and egotistic but not as worse as their ruler.

Her brother would just look at his sister’s party animal behavior and shake his head. Being the God of Selflessness they always clash.

“Just look at your kingdom and people.” She would laugh. “They would give their lives for another person. They would do it even for a stranger, it’s stupid. It’s repulsive.” She would growl.

She could never understand why he brother was so nice and caring. It’s his life nothing is binding him to these people. He has no reason to help them and gets nothing out of it.

“Look at your kingdom and people.” He would snap back. “All egoistic it’s disgusting. It’s inhuman how they would get rid of their children for a new necklace or a car.”

They hated each other but yet they were one side of the same coin and couldn’t get rid of each other. What the stuck up sister couldn’t admit because of her pride is that she was scared. Scared that one day her brother would disappear and she would drive humanity in the Middle Kingdom to shreds. They didn’t need her and she knew that, all she does is cause problems.

They were once human and when they were alive she knew she was a bad sister to her brother and she’ll regret that. She wants to make it up to him but even when they died she still acts the same.

“I really didn’t learn.”

The Goddesses lounges across her throne when a messenger of the Kingdom of Modesty comes to the Kingdom of Vanity.

“Your brother is in danger the gate became loose.” The messenger says frantically.

“What gate?” The Goddesses says straightening up in her throne.

Arriving at her brother’s Kingdom surrounded by black souls. The Goddesses got informed by the messenger as they rushed over to the Kingdom.

She opens the large doors and see’s her brother chained to his plain throne. She instantly starts to yell at him. “Why are you protecting me. I can deal with my own creations.”

The Goddesses looks into the eyes of her shocked brother. The God of Selflessness took a vow when he came before his sister to hold back some of the worse of the souls causing himself pain over the years, making even an immortal being to die inside.

“These souls weren’t created by you but by the God before you.”

“That doesn’t matter. I took over their powers what they made becomes part of me like the title. I need to fix this.” She looks straight into the eyes of her brother and speaks softly.

“You can’t move so once in our lives I can do something for you. Just promise me you’ll find me again.”

She moves to the middle of the room to see a hole in the ground.

“Are you the new sacrifice?” The souls say.

The God of Vanity isn’t a title of luxury. You aren’t a God you’re a sacrifice to this evil. She knew this when she took this unwanted position, it was just an endless waiting game. Now she knows why she hasn’t suffer.

“I wasn’t supposed to be the God of Vanity, I was supposed to be the God of Chances but I knew that wouldn’t make up for not being there for your life brother. I’m sorry I ran away when I got the chance and I never came back. I’m so sorry.”

“You did nothing wrong sis. I ran away right after you and felt terrible because when I ran away I became a savage just trying to survive. When I got a chance to have a family I took it and I had a pretty good life.”

“That’s good to hear but I wish I would’ve took more of the punches from the bullies at our foster home.” She laughs looking down at the hole. When she looks at her brother tears fall down her face. “Bye.” The souls wrap around her body and turn to chains dragging her down. The hole closes and the chains turn to ash around his body.

“I’ll find you.” He says looking at the once endless hole.

Time slipped through his fingers without him knowing it. Even when a thousand years have passed, he still hasn’t found her and still searches for months at end without stop. It was just a normal day at the office, shuffling through files he turns around to his desk to see a his sister sitting on top of his documents.

Her white dress has turned to black, skin tight pants with a black button down and purple tie. Her eyes, hair and tie is a stunning purple like her cape. A chain hangs from her hips. She wears boots laced tightly.

Dropping the files he brings his sister into a hug. “Where have you been?”

“In the UnderWorld pretty nice down there. I was chained somewhere for a couple hundred years while I faced some demons and finally got some closure. Finally the chains broke when I accepted that I am flawed and not absolute. Then I claimed and fought those souls and well now I’m back, though I will say I look really different.”

“Why is your summary horrible and why are you so nonchalant about it?”

She smiles. “Because one of the souls I met down there asked why I sacrificed myself. I didn’t have to save you I was the God of Vanity. I told them that while I could care less about other people there’s one person I would give my life for and that was my brother. The soul made me a deal to actually take care of the souls and spend thousands of years down there in exchange that one day I get to come back to my brother. I accepted and here I am.” She stands on the desk.

“Though I’m still the God of Vanity, I now have an understanding of perspective. Listening to thousands of people lives and to put those souls to rest each day you learn something. I told the soul I made the deal with my mortal story and immortal story and they said something. ‘You sacrificed so much for your brother both alive and dead and you still think you failed. Listen and listen closely from what I learned from being here for so long is not all angels have halos.” She starts to laugh.

“I never knew that brother. Come on let me show you what the souls kept telling me.” She takes her brothers hand in hers.

“And what would that be?” His voice raises with suspicion.

“To be free. To just go with it and do whatever. To not worry what would happen the next day. No thinking twice, just instincts. Come on it’ll be fun.” She runs out the Kingdom dragging her brother along.

A soul sits on the desk watching them run through the flowers, grass and clouds. Laughing. They remember the mortal children that would play happily.  Tears falls on the ground a smile on their lips. “Not all Angels have halos but not all Devils have horns your majesty.” The person falls back on the desk and their body turns into nothing but black smoke.

There was something else in their deal. The shadow only approached the God and was nice to her based on one fact unlike all the other Gods she choose this position to punish herself not because it was chosen for her. The shadow knew she could ask for selfish wish from this God. She asked for a name and the name she was given even though being a shadow that will always mean darkness she was given the name Light.

Though it would take a thousand years for her name to mean anything.