the things I do

I am a demon. I have been living in this old earth for five hundred centuries. I have seen continuous battles, never-ending political discussions and the terror caused by humans… in my own personal point of view; they are doing a much better job than me. Truthfully speaking I was sent to earth to cause utter destruction towards human beings, but during the late thirteenth centuries I realized that there’s no point of me doing this. I was better off disguising myself as a human farmer and watched the world go by. I witnessed the first gun powder being produced, back then it was just spears, swords, shields and my personal favorite weapon, battle axes.

Sigh… those were the days, nowadays it’s the one who has more information wins the battle. The newer demons are much more complicated than my breed before. We were ruthless, battle hardened and trained, in every value of warfare even before Sun Tzu ever produced his philosophy of war. Now I am standing in this luxurious office of a 70 storey building, watching over the horizon, wondering to myself, was there ever anything left in my task that I failed to go back to where I belong. The human evolution still continues to strive to its best. I see people wander into the darkness of their own demise. My inner sense tells me that these people down there, they have their hopes and dreams, some still waiting to flourished, some are shattered, some are working hard to make it happen, “Heh… he’s gonna take awhile to make his dreams happen”.

I chuckled to myself, and a toast to them. Yes, as a monster, a demon, I can see dreams, their desire, it’s what I was designed to do, living their dreams, then slowly or in an instant, crush it. But why bother? They’re capable of doing it themselves already. This so called human pleasure of sex and entertainment is enough to make me happy for this lifetime; I couldn’t care less about their war. I’m just happy...