Dark Crow Smiles
Humans: such intriguing creatures one and all. Often times more apt to break or bend, but still unwilling to give up. Through storms of all sorts, they would rise up and try to better themselves; save for the more twisted lot who craved something other than enlightenment or love. They were never-ending and he had learned it all too well. Even the ones who he had consumed
over the years, still lingered within him, as individual and emotional as they'd ever been in life.
"Oh, what tangled webs you weave,"
the demon thought as he flew over Southern California in the form of a crow. "Scrambling day in and day out for what little scraps this world will afford you. Never ceasing your ambitions, nor stopping to judge the reality that surrounds you. Humans. . . So hopeful, so eager to believe in something greater or more profound. . . And despite all the time that I