Earth's Perdition

. . .The demon's beautiful human mask begins to crack. Slowly, bit by bit, the once beautiful form is creased with the jagged rage and maliciousness of the demon. Flecks of paint flake off as claws and horns reassert their form. Shadows deform once-beautiful clothes. But such is the way of the world. That which was not pure is condemned to remain impure.
. . .Or is it a demon who's corrupting a once-beautiful human? Voices of the dark constantly whispering lies like lullabies into those ivory ears of innocence. Evil cannot contain itself and spreads furiously outwards, never knowing mercy. But such is the way of the world. That which was pure is condemned to become impure.

. . .Spirits without wings have no way to fly; forever falling.