Chapter 47 - Out (5)

Human souls were Father's last creation, beautiful in their imperfection. Fragile, yet strong enough to endure whatever pain someone could put them through; flexible, malleable, and, as he had tested before during his years in Hell, very susceptible to pain─It was something ironic that one of his Father's beloved creations needed pain in order to grow up. He had used his knowledge in true forms to create demons from human souls. He knew different ways to torture them, bend them until their limits, because of the practice he had in doing so. But as he kept listening to Aaron's whimpers as he writhed between his arms with every touch of Raphael's, making similar sounds he had caused to others. It only made him picture his Father above them, smiling, as he did every time he imparted a lesson and knew that it was working.