"My father was lonely, and he created me because of that?" Luciel asked with a surprised expression.
"Yes, but he tried, many times. He realized, he couldn't create a God with a mortal soul. He couldn't create a God with just a singular soul, and the most important part was that he wanted to create someone exactly like him," Mykel answered as he nodded his head. "He knew the answer, and that he had to sacrifice a part of him to create you," Mykel continued.
Luciel and Beldathiel gulped as they stared at Mykel without blinking.
"Yes, he killed his own siblings to create you, but..." Mykel paused as he watched the cigarette had burned into ashes before he could smoke it for the second time. "He failed, two of his siblings managed to separate their souls and fled. Of course, your father could easily catch them if they were just a whole soul. They scattered into pieces, thousands of them,"
