My Dear Devil

My Dear Devil

He wasn’t a devil: that kept me going during that endless search. Like the virus that ripped off most of my family some time ago, despite of the efforts of our human friends. To them, our life seems easy, but we know there's only way out: either we die in the slaughterhouse or we die between the teeth of a devil wolf.

Sure, one can argue our owners are just murderous bastards, but they are kind to us, feeding us, cuddling with us, they even talk with us about their strange problems with money (it’s like a god or something, strange stuff, believe me). Some of my cousins don’t like humans. I do, because after all, they protect us from wolves. And I’d be glad to help them with their strange problems, if only they could understand me. We sheep, we live life at our best, profiting the fresh air, the fresh grass and the cuddles of our owners… Why can’t they do the same?

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But I shall start from the beginning. Some days ago, as usual, I got lost in my thoughts while eating my happy meal at sunrise, which is something I love. You should try it someday: fresh grass, sunrise and no dogs barking at me because I’m out of the line… Perfect life. Sometimes Jack is just incompetent and that’s why he doesn’t even care to bark but most times that’s because he also doesn’t know where I am. Seems that’s what happened that day: I just got lost! But I didn’t care, I was pretty sure I could find my way back home without the help of that silly old dog.

I was trying to find my way home when I saw a silhouette not far away. Not one of my owners for sure, but it was definitely a human. He seemed a bit lost, so I thought I could help him. I headed in his direction, feeling like finally I’d be useful to a human in my life. But he looked at me and jumped back, stumbling and falling like he didn’t even know how to walk. He was definitely injured so I approached him slowly not to scare him, finally seeing what humans look like underneath those strange furs: this one was completely naked, like me. Ha! He also smelled differently, with a natural odor and not those horrible scents they put on several times a year. I immediately liked this human, but he was so scared of me. He didn't even stand up, cuddling my wool. His skin was soft and I felt safe.

That early morning couldn’t be any better before the strangest thing happened. His skin suddenly became harder and he started acting harshly to me. I could sense something wasn’t right and wanted to help but it seemed like he was transforming, turning into something evil, something dark and horrible. A devil. That thought struck me like a lightning bolt.

I had to go back and leave the place as fast as possible. I started running, feeling him chasing me and closing up fast. After a while I knew I was running for my life, running towards the barn, following the faint colours of our old barn and crying… Finally my dearest friend Jack runned towards me as fast as he could, barking, and hope invaded me. Jack was saving my life from what I then knew was the worst death of all.

Starting that day, my life changed and I lived not to eat grass but to look for my kind and sweet wolf, for he was not a devil but a beautiful human trapped inside him. Jack had my back. I’m pretty sure he knew something was on but what could he do besides protect me? It’s his job anyway. We love Jack. He’s our friend and our humans friend also. He never actively helped me find my human, but he pointed the way when he smelled something different. We cannot talk to each other just like none of us can talk to humans, but we sure understand each other.

About one moon after the first incident, I was eating my lovely grass at sunset when Jack showed me a path with naked human footprints. I knew something was up so I went down the path until I finally saw him, disoriented and barely able to stay in his feet, just like the first time. He seemed not to recognize me, fleeing just like he did the first time, but also stumbling and falling on his back. He cuddled me and made some weird sounds, like little
humans do before they can actually articulate speech. I started to feel good again, and it seemed my presence calmed him down so we stayed together for a long time, enjoying the warm sunset and I even got to eat some great grass that was was growing nearby. Night was falling and I didn’t even care about finding my way back. This human was all I wanted, because he was kind and wild just like me.

In the morning I woke up with the first sun rays and I felt like never before. It would be the best day of my life so I started eating that great grass growing nearby, while I waited for my human to wake up. The sun was warm and cozy when I felt his hand in my wool. I had barely heard him, which is strange, but the shock struck me when I looked at his disfigured face. It happened again, and I was petrified. He was a devil wolf inside a transforming human body, and I could run for my life or die between the sharp teeth of my best friend.

I ran towards the eternal sadness and terror. Then I heard a shot. And another. And another. It happened so fast. I looked back and I saw the humans from the barn were shooting at my wolf! He was dying, blood spilling everywhere. I saw Jack running towards him and biting him in the neck. That inglorious traitor! Anger invaded me. Revenge couldn’t wait. I focused the nearest human with the gun pointed at me and I put him down almost immediately. He shouted in terror and I saw Jack running towards me as the guns filled my soul with pain and metal, and my reddish blood remembering the distant barn. Sweet death came soon after, not in the teeth of a wolf but those of a traitorous, filthy and bastard old dog.

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