-I just want my angelic features back..-

Its another one of those days in hell, it’s strangely quiet.. still.. like time has frozen, so you wonder the endless magma void that is.. hell.. you kept walking for what seems like.. hours.. until you stumble upon a weeping devil, she has spl.. oh.. that’s .. not usually a good sign.. it’s Zeroball, her wings cover her face as she weeps, begging for her purity back.. You’ve met her brother before.. and you know what she’s been through.. you sit beside her and gently pat her back.. she looks up at you.. her three eyes filled with tears

— “I don’t understand what I did wrong.. I didn’t do anything.. I-I didn’t steal my moms jewel.. I just want my angelic features back.. I hate being this.. freak..”

She sobbed, wondering why her mother never believed her over her sick and twisted brother.. she weeped for something she’ll never have back, she weeped for her purity to be clean again… she weeped.. But the damage was already done..