I have been telling fairy tales to the monsters. They always ask me why they are villains. And I tell them about their sins, not knowing what might be the perfect answer.

I have been telling monsters about god and magical fairies. They always ask me why he spoiled them with a hundred eyes when he was helping the poor people on the road side.

I have been telling monsters about perfect alluring kisses and beautiful faraway places. They always ask me why they are supposed to play evil plans and games and why not everyone is just the same when the god created this world, whom should they blame.

Now I am telling fairy tales to the monsters. They are not asking me anything but in the end they told me that they are not monsters and only other parts of angels.