Descendants of God and the Devil

From the very moment I was born, I lived under the protection of God’s descendants and didn’t know the real world, because we were constantly being watched. We were told that we were chosen and must serve the righteous cause: to wipe out the Devil’s descendants. On the first day of freedom, I met a boy. He’s brave, strong, and sexy. There’s only one problem—he’s a descendant of the Devil, the one I’m supposed to hate. But how can I do that when everything inside me is screaming that he isn’t like those the descendants of God described to us. Maybe what we were told about the Devil’s descendants isn’t entirely true? Maybe there’s something else I don’t know?
By the way, my name is Sophia, and this is my story.