I liked it.
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.