'I could not agree with you more, Lucian.'
Lucian started walking again, to where Lucifer's power was calling. It looked like the Creator had taken so much from them; he had used them.
"Why?" Lucian asked, "Why would he do that to us?"
'My brother never cared about anything. He liked to play war and liked to create things he could destroy except the mortal race. Somehow he found a liking in them.'
That caught Lucian of guard. Why in the name would the Creator favour a race that seemed so weak? Many mortals fell into a trap from people that preach about things that they know nothing about or pull out some weird things like 'I am the sacred prophet of the heavens.'
"Why?"
Lucian asked because there was nothing else to say or to ask. He wanted to understand why they were above the human race, why did the Creator hated when they would show any emotions? Why would…
