Wouldn't you? Vanilla-normality gets boring after a while. Life isn't, shouldn't, always be about butterfly wings and dove feathers and Snow-White spirit.

She was a fairy tale, after all.

My white soul first kissed the mouth of sin - it tasted...exotic. Like the first time you tasted cinnamon, or the first time you saw a parrot at the zoo. And your tongue seemed to sing, and your eyes drank in color after color on iridescent plumage.

I could feel my soul darken, change colors to a purple, and then a pulsating blood-red.

Sin. It's what makes us human. And besides... White is boring.