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.



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.