Because a demon is nothing more than a fallen angel who has lost their wings.
"I want to fly." Said the girl with the bright smile and shining grey eyes. "I want to touch the clouds."
"You can't fly." He whispered to her ear, his eyes dark as he stood with an air of quiet tragedy.
"But I'm as light as air and the sun is shining bright." She girl protested, throwing out her arms. He said nothing and looked away. "Tell me more." She pleaded, "Tell me how the world works and more."
"It's such a long tale." He states. Chest heaving with sighs, he knows but lies to the girl with the angel face and wide grey eyes.
"Tell me anyway." She takes his hands, and her smile is a piercing ray of light.
"Only angels with wings can dance among the clouds."
"How do you know?" She asks, poised on the edge of open air.
"Because I've tried."
