From the outside I seem harmless enough. But if only the people who call me savior, hope, confidant, friend.. could see inside this shell. They would see a seething ravenous beast.
I lure unsuspecting people in with the promise of enlightenment, fun, and freedom from the haggard world they have been forced to commit to. The things they slave away at. I give hope to the people who "just need a break"... And Broken is what I give them.
Your young adults idolize me, because I seem so carefree and fun. They mold themselves into my image, which they perceive to be "alternative" and "trendy". They watch me consume every willing and fascinated living thing in my path. Curious, they hunger for that power. They want want want to be just like me.. But I am like a plague, working slowly. By the time you get that tickle in your throat its already too late.
And then they begin to cough the lies and lures and hack up the malice I so cleverly planted. It brings in more unsuspecting souls to be my victims. (hey kids bring yer friends!). Then when their pain and fear become too much they turn to the substances I have so readily at my fingertips. And I feed them like I would feed a caged animal, or fading patient. And They devour all these things so willingly, but they dont even realize the substances are like sentinels. And nothing close to the escape routes, band-aids and blinders they were originally sold as.
When the fevers and withdrawals come, when they are "lost", they beg for me to sit beside them. To console them. For me to help them through these situations I surely understand.. and oh how I do understand.. for I put you there, darling. and now you look upon me for safety and survival. for you have made me your largest idol.
But when their death comes, and they beg me to take their pain, to fix their problems and the mistakes they have made. I laugh. I tell them I have provided them with their answers. They have just lost their way.
I leave them in the holes they dug so willingly, to writhe in darkness. Captives that enslaved themselves, for me.
Adults, are no less susceptible to my poison. I am not your typical shell. And of course, just like any beautiful thing. It lures them in. Everything about me is made to. The expressions I make, the way I move. My style of dress. But there is one thing to my advantage that I have not crafted myself. And that is my smell. Apparently I am far closer to feral than most of the general populous.
Any male from the ages of adolescence to damn near death are generally captivated by me.. And if they are typical, they want me. Despite their doting wives, or knockout girlfriends. I have witnessed men crazed for just one taste of me they would sacrifice healthy love to have one savory night.. There is that certain spark in me that drives them to me like insects to electricity. I revel in this. For although they are not pure as children, there is still uses for the already tainted adult.
I meet these grown people, and immediately they sense "something different". And driven by that natural instinct to have what is exotic or uncommon, they seek validation of even the most fleeting of friendships. They learn the things I make available for them, and accept what I create for them to perceive.. And immediately I become a walking pharmacy, or a free therapist. I seem empathetic to them. And in the current world, thats all that people seek; to be heard and "understood". In giving them that they feel bonded with me. As if they can trust me.
I learn their secrets. I learn about their daily lives.. and I hear alot of "ive never said this to anybody before"'s. I allow them to feel connected with me. I tell them bits of my horrible past, because in truth the life I have had could make any good man, go bad. It makes them feel for me. ..Feeling anything for me is what empowers me. To kill me, you must feel nothing at all. But this world is a melting pot of emotion. Because of this, I will always prevail and survive.
In the wake of all of this, there are the people who feel I have betrayed them. In truth, they simply lost their value to me. I used them to the best of their abilities and I left them to die. Behind me is always a trail of carcasses and deep mass graves. The cries for help, the deafening emptiness inside from what I've taken. And the blinding feeling of loneliness. That is all that ever comes of me. Rot, corruption, hate, the end.
I am your modern day devil, your death dealer, a god who cant be stopped. I am a self proclaimed megalomaniac. And you all love me.
The Devil is female, and you have found her.
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