"Humans are fickle creatures..."
"Over a tossed stone, over a stolen morsel of food, over a falsely claimed piece of land, they murder one another."
Staring down from the clouds were two godly beings.
Creatures that stood at the pinnacle of power in the known universe and all the realms of existence.
Beings that were, in their own right, Gods...
Azazel hummed, then chuckled,
"They fight one another, they spill their blood, they rape themselves and foster malice and I'll will that span generations. In the end, they are an inherently vile race. Makes me truly wonder why my Lord decided to come back in this form."
His beautiful, angelic eyes were tinged with a hint of dark bitterness,
"Ah, the heavens are cruel. Was it a play of fate? Was it a choice he decided to make? I have no clue..."
The creature or rather the Eldritch being of mass darkness standing beside him snorted,
