"So, does that mean I'm not different from my other sisters? And some of my uncles are not fallen angels? We are all just demons that were created by a God?" Beldathiel asked as she looked at Mykel sitting on the chair next to the bed.
"He made that all up, and his loyal companions used that story as their past. But what makes you think that they're not an angel or divine beings? Didn't I say that he made them resemble him?" Mykel responded as he crossed his legs.
Beldathiel furrowed her eyebrows as she hugged her body pillow. She looked so confused and waited for Mykel to explain it to her.
"Some have powerful magic like him. Some have unbelievable strength like him. Some have his appearance. Some have his personality. Some even have his divinity. They're the same but different, and you're who you are," Mykel explained as he leaned on the chair and crossed his arms.
