if you ever met the devil you’d never know that you had. The devils smile would be so charming and so genuine, the laugh would be so whimsical and the voice would be so soothing. You’d walk past because it’d take the form of not an immaculate figure but one where nothing is thought of when looked at. The devil would be the one who helped the old lady cross the street, because the devil would let others do the pain and the agony. Because you’d never expect a sweet and innocent, nothing but nice human being to do a vial act. Because you never thought that it was capable of doing that. But when you assumed the devil to be human, the devil never claimed to be one.