There is a story that explains how we came to be.
The world was created and there were many beasts. Beasts of the land that prowled and roamed the many miles of the plains; creatures of the sea who swam and lurked in the depths of the cold and dreary bottom of the earth and beings that used their wings to soar across the sky, seeing the ends of the earth within a nights' flight.
Many argue over whether man is an evolved species or one who was there from the beginning, hunting these creatures of the land, sea, and sky. In this tale, it does not matter.
What matters in this story is that with a human, there is always contention. Whether with another or with them self, there is always contention. Sometimes there is a group of beings who have a difference of opinion and decide to end it in violence.
When they are of a large scale, there can be misery, torture, and even, on the worst events, death. Humans from the beginning of time have since referred this time of pain as war.
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War, to some, can be referred to as the devil's breeding ground. And they wouldn't believe how right they are. During each of these wars, a child is brought forth from the pain and misery that so many people exert. They are referred to as the devil's children.
They are born from the anguish of souls who are victim to the horrors of war. They are sent down to this earth to live life, retain knowledge, and have the chance their father never could.
They get to live almost eighteen years of life on earth before they are required to make a choice. Trade the life that they've known and loved for an eternity of servitude or continue on with this earth life and promise to cause a war or chaos of some kind on earth. My brother Hitler was always one of dad's favorites.
To most children of the devil, they never really think of an alternative. They just want to make their father proud. Do what duty calls. Do what is expected of them. To them, there is only the two choices: life in the underworld or a life of insecurity, distrust, and mayhem.
But what if there was another choice? One without a life devoted to the devil? One to escape my father? Well, I am that child that wants a choice, the devil's child who wants to live life the way they want it, the one who wants the freedom of choice.
So yeah, call me what you will: demon, witch, daughter of the devil. But let me tell you this. At least let me make a choice.