A Fig for All the Devils

by C.S. Fritz

“Evil?” The Reaper called back, a noticeable change in tone. “You’re wrong, Sonny. Would you call the blade in surgery ‘evil’ even though it cuts away the disease? Would you call lightning ‘evil’ even though it brings with it the rain to feed your crops? Sonny, I am not evil. I am the reaction to your world’s evil. I exist, because your sin exists.”