Jillian wanted the whole world to pray for him instead of the God of Light.
"Think about it." His golden eyes twinkled in barely restrained excitement. If he couldn't offer his help in defeating the enemy, then what if he were to prevent them from coming altogether? The more Jillian thought about it, the better his idea seemed. "The more people pray for you, the stronger you will be. Isn't power what you need the most, Regius? Without anyone praying to the God of Light, then he has no chance to be awakened from his slumber! We will be hitting two birds with one stone!"
