A Story That’s Never Been Told
– Why do people hate us so much? – said Fellen as if to himself.
It was a gorgeous Sunday morning. He and Xenell were sitting on the rooftop of the Marriott Marquis hotel, watching hurried people rush to over-crowded restaurants for some Sunday brunch.
Being the shrewd being that he was, Xenell realized that Fellen’s question did not require an answer and could be safely ignored. Besides, Fellen had not been himself lately. Xenell was not going to encourage that.
Perfectly realizing that Xenell had just ignored his question, Fellen turned his head slightly to the side and repeated, staring intently at Xenell:
– Why do they hate us so much?
“Snap!” thought Xenell, “because everyone loves candy, but nobody likes dentists!”
– Because we’re demons, Fellen, – he said aloud, – Have you forgotten? What’s the matter with you? – he added with a smirk.
Fellen shivered, yet it was impossible that he was cold.
– Demon-sheemons, – said Fellen in the same manner he asked his first question, as if talking to himself. – How come they don’t realize that the real root of all evil is the man! That it’s themselves they should be afraid of! All we do is test them, and they fail each time.
He fell silent and tucked his hands in his pockets, his teeth tightly pressed together.
“Tsk-tsk”, thought Xenell. Something was really off with Fellen.
– Why do you care? – he said aloud.
– I took up on a project, – began Fellen rather unwillingly. – It’s a girl. Used to be an angel before she turned human. Had died on the battlefield 153 human years ago.
– So what? – siad Xenell impatiently. He was beginning to be worried for Fellen.
– She wants angels and demons to make peace, – said Fellen with a faint smile. – And, as far as I’ve probed, her wish is honest.
– Ha-ha-ha, and a poorly informed one! – Xenell burst out laughing. – Let me guess… She’s an ex-angel who so full of the self-righteous desire for everyone to make peace, right? She probably hates it when people fight or argue? What else does she hate? Oh, is that why you were asking…
– There is something else, – interrupted Fellen. – She knows that laughter is what unites angels and demons. She knows it’s all for the laughter’s sake.
– Good for her, so what? – asked Xenell. The conversation was beginning to irritate him. It seemed as if he was talking to an angel. Yuck!
– I know the idea is crazy, – continued Fellen. – Once we make peace, demons we still think they know better – because we do! – and will do what they think is right, and the war will begin again. That’s because angels are always sorry for everyone. Were they a bit less sorry, we could have gotten the work done eons ago… But this girl…
– What’s her name? – asked Xenell abruptly, just to let out the irritation that’s been steaming in him.
– Diana, – said Fellen hurriedly, in the tone that meant to say “this is not important”. – It’s just that… I’m beginning to get the angels… And betraying my nature…
They stared at each other, Fellen’s lips pressed in a wry smile.
– What are you talking about? – cried Xenell. – This story is as old as this world. Along comes some angel – or a corrupt human being – and plays Jesus. Suppose she thinks she knows something about angels and demons… But, Fellen! How can you ever fall for this?
Fellen did not answer. He just turned away, as if shivering from an energy that was alien to his essence.
– Fellen, demons don’t love, – said Xenell. – We can’t. Just like angels can’t be us.
Fellen pressed his head to his knees.
– Only humans can do both, – he said slowly. – What does it take to become human?
– You have to die in the battle.