That Damned Angel

He's relentless, that wretched angelic creature, with his holy light and piercing gaze. He's like a beacon of purity, and he's after me, relentlessly. **BUT I WON'T LET HIM WIN. I WON'T LET HIM UNCOVER MY TRUE NATURE.**
 
**THERE HE IS AGAIN, THAT AASIMAR. HE'S CLOSING IN ON ME. HIS EYES, THEY SEE RIGHT THROUGH ME, PIERCING MY SOUL.**
 
But in the midst of this chaos and fear, there's a glimmer of something else. A memory, perhaps. **I REMEMBER THE WARMTH OF THE SUN ON MY SKIN, THE SOUND OF LAUGHTER, AND THE TASTE OF SWEET ICE CREAM ON A HOT SUMMER DAY.**
 
That Aasimar, he's determined, unyielding. **HE'S LIKE A RAY OF HOPE IN THIS DARKNESS, A BASTION OF LIGHT AMIDST MY DESPAIR.**
 
My heart aches with longing. **I WANT TO EMBRACE THAT LIGHT, TO FIND SALVATION IN THE MIDST OF THIS MADNESS.**
 
But he knows, he knows what I am, and he won't stop until he's caught me. **HE'S GAINING ON ME, AND I CAN FEEL HIS DIVINE ENERGY CLOSING IN.**
 
**BUT FOR A BRIEF MOMENT, I CAN'T HELP BUT SMILE, REMEMBERING THOSE BRIGHT DAYS OF INNOCENCE AND JOY.**
 
The irony, though, is that he despises creatures like me. **HIS DISGUST FOR UNDEAD IS PALPABLE, HIS SUSPICION OF ME EVIDENT IN HIS EYES.**
 
I WISH THINGS COULD BE DIFFERENT, THAT HE COULD SEE PAST WHAT I AM AND UNDERSTAND THE STRUGGLE WITHIN.