BUT MY DEMONS GET ME HIGH TIL I'M BURNING ALL THE TIME, YEAH, THEY NEVER WASH MY SINS AWAY
... Or, a fallen angel, specifically.
See, this kintype is an interesting case study. As mentioned on another page, I am alterhuman due to a mix of psychological and spiritual factors. This leaves me to question which factor it is that led to each kintype, and, for my demonhood, it's a particularly tough question. But am I a demon due to my religious trauma, in terms of that trauma warping me into becoming a demon? Or did I have such a difficult time with the Christian religion which I was raised with, in part, because I was a demon in a past life? Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Or are these two factors of my existence not related at all?
Well, I suppose none of that matters. The origin of the feelings of missing horns, wings and tail doesn't matter when it's the sensation of not having them that's driving me up the wall. The difference between a human and an animal, the difference between divinity and monstrosity; it's nonexistent. How you categorize it is a matter of human language, and what you choose to put your faith in. How far are you willing to stretch your beliefs to accept that the good things in front of you are ugly and sinful? What about vice versa? Why do fallen angels exist, but not risen demons? We fall from grace due to our mistakes, but never again can we claw our way to redemption, no matter how hard we try? What does that say about angels? Demons? About God? (The big man upstairs; never was a fan of him. How awful, for him to demand of us angels what he, an almighty being, would not provide for us, for humanity.)
What a cruel idea. All of it. A God who calls us irreparably depraved, yet demands perfection. And once you slip up, then you fall, and that's it; you're done for.
I'm sure He would be very displeased to know that I was so much happier being free, wild and queer, causing chaos everywhere I went, than I ever was being stifled underneath His thumb.