Everyone thinks the Devil is a man, but I’m actually more of a woman since I enjoy taking a woman’s form more often than man. I frequently disguise myself in the form a pretty, petite, and sweet, kind-natured lady. My favorite way to show up is with bright blue eyes, shiny black hair, pale skin, slim cut, and shorter than the average woman. I want my looks to be deceiving of course, so I show up very pretty and innocent looking.
I choose the most vulnerable and least suspecting features so as to not look suspicious or dangerous to others. My features are usually soft. I have a timid nature. I’m short and cute, but don’t let that fool you. My smile hides the fire and my eyes are always glassy to hide the ice. I guess the old adage is true, I really do like playing the wolf in sheep’s clothing. Not many can see behind my cunning and devious ways until it’s too late.
Humans are so easy to play with because they always look at the outside of what I look like, never bothering to see my true nature underneath. They don’t like to think so, but they always judge a book by its cover so to speak.
I never get to tell my side of the story. It’s always God who gets so much credit for everything good, but could any good exist if you didn’t know what evil looks like? I’m simply doing all of you humans a favor, showing you what you don’t really want to see, but really need to see.
Everyone on Earth has one true nature inside. You have no idea among you who it is that’s evil until I bring out their true nature. I shine a light on it so you can see. By the way, you’re welcome! There’s a certain balance, a juxtaposition, a duality, that must be maintained. I have to bring out the evil to maintain the status quo. I’m not creating evil, I myself am not even evil. I’m simply exposing and putting it out in the open.
I like hunting for evil souls and playing both sides of people. I’m simultaneously your best friend and your worst enemy. Playing both sides allows me to bring out the evil for everyone to see.
So, let me tell you about my latest fool, and the latest evil I’ve put on display for all eyes to feast upon. This degenerate is a man, a sick one, twisted in the head. He plays with people and their emotions, but not for the same reason as me. He plays with people because he enjoys it, he gets off on it, he feeds off the evil and sadness he inflicts upon others.
His latest victim is his wife, whom he enjoys routinely beating. One evening I decided to turn into a fly on the wall and watch the evil pour out of him and onto her. I had to make sure he was exactly who I thought he was. You might think that I enjoy this, but I do not. What I enjoy is knowing that he’ll be mine before too long. After he’s done going off on her he leaves and heads down to the local bar. I change back into my feminine self and head there as well.
I know his type all too well and easily persuade him to leave with me, or rather, he thinks he’s persuaded me to leave with him. We go to a hotel. I can tell by the ravenous glint in his eyes that he thinks I’m the victim in this scenario. He’s got the look of a man about to take advantage of an innocent and sweet little woman. I have to play along until the right moment, so I take my time and let him start the show.
The lock clicks behind us as we enter the hotel room. I turn around and he grabs me by the neck and throws me to the floor. He starts stripping my clothes off, then holds me down in place as he begins hitting and beating me. My insides burn with a fiery rage but I maintain a frightened look allowing him to think he’s actually hurting me. I want to make sure he’s tricked before I drain the life out of him. He looks at me directly in the eyes. He’s been fooled. He thinks he’s got me just where he wants me - vulnerable, scared, and beaten to submission.
Just as he thinks he’s broken me, I transform into my true self and rise above him. I pierce his body as it goes limp and falls to the ground. Reaching inside him I pull out his soul. My eyes and my body burn so bright with joy. I’ve completed another mission to expose evil and take it for myself. I firmly grasp the soul as I drag it to Hell for safe keeping. You see, all along you’ve had me all wrong. I collect evil and store it like pretty things to look at because I know for every evil soul I collect four times as many beautiful souls can go on existing in the world.
Eventually I will have them all. Hell is a house of horrors, but it’s my special place of solace, a place where I can bear all the evil and pain for eternity so no one else has to.