They say there is a well-established border between good and evil.

If that is true, then how is it defined? Who is said to have separated these two opposites? What do they even mean by the words “good” and “evil”?

To do good deeds? To help people in need? To shelter a weary traveler, or a soaked and freezing animal from the rain? To help an old man cross the road? To give 50 cents to a beggar?... Then why do they define us as wicked beings?

Why are humans such hypocrites? Ever since ancient times, in the stories that are conveyed past generations, the inhabitants of the night are portrayed as evil. They present us as vampires, werewolves, banshees, undead, in other words - repulsive.

There is a human saying: “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover”, which they repeat often. Then why was I sent to rot in this dungeon?

Humans possess great intellect, they invent so many things, study nature, but they can’t be faithful to their own logic. And the night is ever so beautiful – the countless stars settled on the night sky, the song of the crickets, the silhouette of the moon on the water’s surface, the gentle murmuring of the cool night wind, the elegant woodland nymphs, dancing to their magical music until sunrise.

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But the humans don’t respect that. They are afraid of the dark. The old folk say to their grandchildren: “Don’t go out after sunset, if you don’t want to get eaten!”.

Such a pity. Because of the fear from the unknown they reject and isolate us, calling us “demons”, but at the same time they worship the beings of the light – the so-called “angels”.

Yes, according to them we are the lowest creatures, born by the sins of mankind. Some humans run as fast as they can at the sight of us, as if they had seen death. Others possess divine energy, given to them by the angels with which they kill us. Because of that, humans love the creatures of light. They build them monuments, organize feasts, offer them treasures.

And all of them think that this is natural. As if our opinion doesn’t even matter. According to them we don’t have conscience. We are bloodthirsty entities, guided by our instinct for bloodshed…

How ironic, when from two million we were reduced to two hundred thousand in the last hundred years. Our kind has been constantly hunted. Nobody exhibited even the slightest form of sympathy towards my brethren. It didn’t matter how brutally we were murdered.

Our indifference to mankind became hatred. We can no more stand the mortals inhabiting this planet and their guardians – the beings of the light.

The real monsters are them and they don’t even realize it. Suffering is everyday life for us now. We became used to being hunted, tortured and killed.

And I ask myself once more. Which are the borders that define good and evil?

Only the beings that know the answer possess the right to judge me and my kind. It is indeed them that will guide this false world in the right direction…