Vivian's Soliloquy
(Time setting: This happened as she was still figuring out her feelings. Also, this is human Vivi, but would work for her demon version as well.)

This is a dog-eat-dog world. It's eat or be eaten.

Everyone I have ever known all has a secret agenda. It's human nature to disguise one's true intentions to maintain a good image.

Humans see me as a tool. Everyone favors me because they know how much I can give back to them. All those that claim that love me, even my father- no wait, especially my father, see me as insurance. I don't think he'd favor me as much if I weren't that interested in his business, unlike my half-brother. He sees me as a tool for his personal profit.

But I don't mind, because it's also my advantage. I don't mind taking people's roles if there's something in the end for me. Plus, it would be hypocritical of me to say I'm against it because I know I use people as a tool too.

Then, in the end, we'd get sick once we've used up all of each other's coupon cards. We'd throw away things that no longer have use. That's just how human relationships work.

Hmm, come to think of it... I use to think my brother is a fool for not building his relationships, but I guess he has his way of things. He's just preparing to be independent so he doesn't have to participate in humanity's sick twisted game.

We're all each other's livestock. Feeding each other so we can feed off one another.

...But then why?

Why are YOU so nice?

You're just...nice...for no reason. I see no motive in you.

You offer yourself, the whole of you, without waiting for me to give anything in return. You scare me because of that. No one has ever treated me in such a way.

Maybe it's because the world just programmed you to be nice, but if so... it still doesn't make sense. I've tried hurting you as a test, yet you persisted to help me. Telling me it isn't my fault the world is cruel.

Do you pity me? Is that why you're nice?

I'm sorry. I just can't accept that I'm wrong. I can't accept that there are angels in this cruel world.

I can't accept that for once... someone's genuine towards me.

Then, I pity you too, because predators like to feast on little doves like you.

So I'd have to protect you, little dove. Maybe it's a way I can give back your genuineness that I don't deserve. Cruel people like me don't deserve love.

Wait...
...love?