The monster in human skin

First, you are little, a child, relatively innocent and at some point of your young live you discover a concept that will change it forever. Monster. It could had come from a movie, from a friend, or a night tale told by your parents on a chill autumn night. 

Monster. A sinister idea, that remains intangible for many years. The monster can be under your bed, your closet, the shadows of the trees and the howling of the wind. Monster can be anything, yet it remains in a void, being nothing for most of us.

Until, all of sudden or after a long contemplation of life, the child is no longer and he realizes that monsters exist, but not under the bed. Monsters are real! Monster walk among us, around us, Monster under human skin. 

That's sometimes the end. You embrace the idea and your world changes again, then it is done. But not for all of us. 

One keep growing, maturing, nurturing itself with what the world offers, gaining inside and outside knowledge. And he looks to the mirror, to its own pale eyes; he sees a monster. 

And he can only start wondering since when he was what he was. Had the demoness soul always been part of him, or was it acquired in a devilish auction where he was the highest bidder? Was it in his nature? Or just hard-pressed and raised into him. 

Sadly he is not scared; he has been a monster for so long that it is not such a surprise for him. There is selective kindness in his acts, there is happiness, there is love. But he is cruel, sucks rejoice from the alien suffer, targets the weak as prey, lures and provokes chaos in his neighbors out of plain boredom. There is a constant battle within between what he desires and the restrain to accomplish longer term monstrosities.

One is a monster in human skin... and enjoys it.