There’s the one who is So Good, the Chaste and the Pure, the one with standards unreachable by anyone, even himself. His whole existence is grabbing hands and blame and pleas and disgraceful acts in his name. No one ever wants to meet the real person.
And there is the one who is So Bad, the Manipulative and Destructive, the one who will pull anyone to his depths, who delights in proving we are all ruined like him. He is the whisper in the ear of every monster that has devoured a soul. His words can poison the mind of any person on this earth with the correct invitation. There is no real person. We all think we’re the one to finally see it. No. There is no redemption song for the truly wicked.
And then there is the Neutral Party, the Fulcrum, neither Good Enough nor Too Evil, who skates on the edges of all trouble, whose mouth talks her out of much punishment, whose ferocity makes her too terrifying to confront or fully control. She does what she wants at all times, and constantly faces the consequences of it. Never accepted by the Good Kids, too much of a tryhard to be allowed to hang with the Bad Ones. Too real, too honest. Cast aside, isolating and isolated. The shepherd of the lost lambs- no one really wants the truth, and will forever punish the messenger.
Not just one person was banished from Paradise, in truth. There were three: fire, air, and water, all sent to earth to suffer. They never get to be fully loved. They never are allowed to belong. They murder and have been murdered. Tortured. Torturer. They have never let each other have a full life, always interfering and meddling and destroying.
Love and hate and love and hate, and the entire world suffers because of it.
They are the Universe’s longest eyeroll.
Powerful and powerless.
The living example
the filthy whisper
the wraith in the mist.
The most favorite and the most hated and the most invisible. The example of how love can be a punishment, a violence, a mistake. How it can be both right and wrong.
Eternity’s lesson. Ancient babies. Too extra for the Universe. The keepers of the flesh. The guardians of the forgotten.
The divine rejects.
The Constant Pursuit of Ghosts 