Most humans believe that I will save the world. Tragic.
They see me fly with my golden wings stretched out. The clouds brush by and create this sort of weird halo effect around me, so it must be a “sign.”
But these humans look for signs under beds like that’ll say if they need ice cream or not. Makes no sense.
They follow me around, ask for anything I need, and never speak about their worries. They act like being around me will give them some spark to boost their luck, so perhaps they can pay their rent on time.
Another part of me says who am I to destroy their hope? If I force their dreams down the toilet, will anything good come out of it?
“It’s all childish,” I add on the phone. “But now I go along with their games.”
“You’ve gained a heart,” my father replies.
I roll my eyes even though he can’t see me. “More like I threw my heart out the window cause the truth doesn’t matter to someone who lives in a house of lies.” I lean against my kitchen counter, fiddling with an appreciation card a human had left in my mailbox. It’s homemade with colors that go outside of the lines. “It’s not like they’re going to live long anyway.”
“Are the preparations in order?”
“Of course. Who are we blaming this time?”
I can hear his demonic smile on the other end of the line. “Why not stick to the classics? Let’s blame my brother, Hades.”
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