Who is the Devil to You?

We all are enemies because we judge before we understand

I never feared death, but then again death never glance my way. I trained my whole life for situations considering death for example; war. I never doubted I’ll die especially like this. With the chrome barrel pressed against my dry skin, and cool sweat dripping from my chin I stared at Lucifer himself. The angel, the beauty, and the death in his presence put a shocking grip on my heart and lungs. He never frowned, giving that he is all that makes up evil. But, is the devil wrong what he’s and doing? I am to blame for his pain. I am the one who killed his family, but in all the suffering is life for a life right? He looks up with tears in his eyes praying for forgiveness then looks at me saying in his native tongue “please have mercy on me” (shot fired). As I lie in my blood covering the floor I think I would’ve did the same thing to this Arab man, and then I’ve would’ve played Lucifer to this noble man.