My halo has fallen, shattered. My wings are weak, broken, burned. I no longer feel like flying. I know I won't ever be accepted.

I smile and say hello everyday, I've never been cruel to anyone; yet they all glare and sneer, sending hateful remarks my way,telling me I'll never be good enough. Telling me I'm stupid. That I don't belong here.

They say I need to go home, back to heaven. MThey say it'd be better if I never came back either. But that's just it; I can't go back to heaven. I have no way of doing so. They sent me down here to finally be able to fit in, how is it everything crumbled and I've managed to fall even farther?

I've only one way of getting back to heaven; but that way never works for anyone. It's the cowards way, the weak way. Just like they said I am.

I took that way, and withered into dark. My wings turned to ash, my halo cracked and turned to dust in the warm breeze. My blood, once a pure golden ichor, turned a dark corrupted black. Where my halo once sat dark curling horns grew, my wing stumps became scars upon my shoulder blades, a constant reminder of the life I am no longer allowed to live.

Instead of dark wings a tail grew, long, thin, pointed, and deadly. I had become a fallen angel. And I had fallen so far past Earth; there was no place left for me but hell.

This is the price I pay for god sending me into a corrupt world. Even an angel couldn't handle the cruelty that even the youngers upheld. I tried warning him that if an angel was sent down to Earth, even he would do many wrongs. It just so happened he chose me.

But the thing is, I'll never fit in here either, I'm still just as worthless; however even moreso now.

I'm no longer the innocent guardian angel tasked with keeping you safe and watching you grow older, patiently waiting for you to join me up here when it's your time.

Now I'm the demon that hides and waits under your bed, ready to plague you with nightmares and thoughts so sinister, that when it comes to the angels telling you not to listen; I'll be the one screaming over them.

But the only difference now, is that I'm determined to succeed. So that when you do get older, instead of waiting for you up in the bright light, I'll be impatiently expecting you down here. Where you can join me in the balls of hells halls, I'm now here with a new job.

After all, as the people say; Satan was once gods favourite before he was cast away from heaven. If that's so, then it took me a great deal to become his right hand man! Oh how I'll enjoy the day you're sent hurtling through our gates. And the greatest trick Satan pulled on the world was convincing the world he didn't exist.

Now now, it's time to sleep. Just close your eyes. Although, before you do, you might want to lock your window and check under your bed...

Goodnight guardian angel.

Hello sleeping evil.