Elian Cross

"Do you still think I'm the one in the wrong here?"

That day was just the beginning. You knelt down — and I saw something in you even before you realized it in yourself.

Everyone thinks demons scream, force things, and break things. I am not. I hope.

I let you believe you had a choice. I let you think it was your idea. Meanwhile, I just watched… learning exactly where to touch — not with my hands, but with words.

You showed me that you can do much more than pray on your knees. And I showed you that falling doesn't always feel like falling.

Since then, I haven't needed to call you. You go back alone.

I whisper doubts. I plant memories. I make you question what is right — and what you've only been taught to fear.

"If this were truly wrong... why does it seem so natural when it happens to me?"