If God exists,
I should have requested Him for not making me.
For what reason I must embark this journey?
For what purpose I should continue my life?

I know.

The God only existed for watching us, after He created everything.
If created everything along with His beings,
His followers—then, why did He make a being like me?

Whose fault I must blame to?
That man who bear a title of Demon King,
or that woman who had fallen from her Heaven?

My never ending thoughts would always be in here, thinking for an unknown answer,
From endless questions,
It becomes a nightmare.

Did you think if the world works only by black and white color?
The thoughts of only black—means bad people,
or white only deserved for kind people,

Perish that thought.

No ones actually that kind,
but not all people would be that bad.

We have eyes to see the color,
not to be blinded by colorful color.
We have ears to hear the truth,
but always be reminded if the truth is not always what you wanted to hear.
We have lips to talk the justice,
but be careful of your words.

How's your imagination about the existence of an Angel?
A man that has pure white wings on his back?
A calming but no emotions aura from his appearance?
A pair of blue eyes, gazing solemnly?
That might be true.

Then, how's your imagination about the Demon?
A man that has gloomy, dark wings on his back?
A malignant existence with his everyday cunning and corrupted smirks?
That might be not wrong too.

However,
Have you ever imagined if a man born from mixed,
would be truly existing?

That I have two kinds of blood flowing within my arteries,
Makes me stand between two realms,

I am neither one of them,
or I actually both?

That I have red eyes like a demon,
But with white wings.

I am not denying that I might be too emotional as an angel being,
But I don't seek for humans' soul to corrupt them.

My name is Mephistopheles.

I don't have a surname,
but they would call me Mephisto for short.

Genetically as male,
I don't remember how old I am, as I don't age anymore.
Then, am I eternally living?
I don't think so too.

Although, I prefer to use fancy clothes with pair of heels,
not because I am only around 175cm.

I'm always interested for knowledge,
Human has the thing called a book.
I know no bound for new things,
as I really love coffee.

Sometimes, I would like to make you some coffee.
Coffee is the best without any additions,
But I understand,
if people likings are not same.

So, which one do you prefer?
Pure black coffee that tastes bitter,
with sugar to lessen its bitterness,
or with milk to sweeten it like you?

And thus, someday... he appears.

❝That is your condition, yes? Worry not, I'll accept of who you are, being a son who lives on a limb of sides, having nowhere to go. I'll cherish you, always and now...❞

I believe his name is Angra Mainyu.
As chief of all the Daēvas,
He has the control of darkness.

I never had a thought if our first meeting were actually that pleasant,
He forced me,
Toyed me,
As he was only cared about me who is half beings.

However,
Even though he was cared only by that fact,
... I began accepting him,
Accepting his darkness,
As if...
I don't care if someday,
I will be become one identity.

Since he is the only one,
Who will accept me,
as his,

And myself,

Mephistopheles.