I try to be good.

I help people everyday whenever there’s an opportunity. I say I do it because I like it. It gives me purpose and a cleanse for my soul but if I’m being honest it’s because I’m scared. The people of this town have started seeing me as a saint, a helper, someone to idolise and look up to and I love that. I’ve always wanted to be seen as something good, have a normal life with no worries and no ties but like everything on this god forsaken planet it comes with a price. They can’t understand the wars I face inside to stay this way.

I never expect thanks or accept gifts because as far as I can feel, they have already paid.

After each good deed I feel my soul become lighter, cleaner, shinier. But every day when I make my way to the cursed lake littered with the towns abandoned trinkets and shattered stone I warily approach the enchanted mirror, hoping I will see a change in my appearance. It shows my true form every time, the demon in me needing to be free, to unleash its rage on the sinners but I haven’t met one soul so far that I deemed worthy to be sent to an eternity in hell.

It grows weaker everyday, the fires once blazing now fading. I don’t want this life anymore. I don’t know what will happen to me, I could die with my demon half, I could become human or you never know, I could become an angel.

It’s a risk I’m more than willing to take.