Desolate

Every time I get to choose, I make the wrong choice. 

 

Every. Single. Time.

 

Everyone thinks I'm something special. A savior. A hero. 

 

And I tried, I really did. 

 

But, when the demon I'm hunting flays my soul, it turns out I'm none of those things. 

 

My friends think they know what I need, but they don't know the real me. 

 

The gates to the realms of rest are closed, leaving the dead with nowhere to go, and I revel in the chaos. 

 

Why shouldn't I?

I am the devil's daughter, after all.