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Awww...you must have been reading the literature on *my* people. How sweet.

I was not speaking of your people child despite how well that statement may fit to the dark brood.

No, but ultimately it was you that made me. Borne of darkness, serviced to the light...that's who I am.

It was men and women who served in your name that destroyed everything I held dear...if I could kill you for that, I would.

You would kill for vengeance that which did nothing but exist? I do not ask for worshipers nor do they understand what I am. Many claim I have created evil but in truth it is God and man who created the illness you suffer.

Well, you sure as shit didn't try to stop anybody, did you?

I've killed for less, and I've killed with a lot more difficulty. I know more about the notion of evil than you might think...my sense of it's gotten a lot more faded than it was when I was made.

Good is strength. Evil is weakness. And you prove yourself without even trying...won't even take up the burden of what you are in polite conversation.

Neither did God or Gabriel or Jesus. Do they find hatred from you as well?

What evil is it that you believe I am? I know what I am child. First born angel of God. All light upon this Earth. It would do you well to find out why I was cast out of Heaven before you judge it evil.

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Hmph.

You can return when your speech is coherent. I have no desire to speak the tongues of animals.

Back again?

I have never left, child.

No you're around enough to screw things up.

I have done nothing to your family worth incrimination. I do see now you have grown much like your father in spirit.

I'm hurt, tired and things are getting me down.

Many things have come to pass but I have not interfered unless asked. Your father bound me to such an agreement many years ago when you were still a small child.

You will not hold sway in the world forever.

OOC: He made me comment. *hits muse*

Is that any way to speak to a brother?

OOC It is quite alright. I expected as much to come from his posting.

When that brother has erred and shows no sign of repentance.

OOC: He refused to sit quietly in my head at seeing first the preacher-pup and then your pup.

Tell me, when was it that angels forgot to be forgiving?

OOC I can imagine. He can rest well knowing Lucifer would not remain quiet when he saw the preacher either.

When they are in charge of divine retribution.

Always the one apart. I am the light of this world. The light which guides you is my light. It is ironic the way God has created a circle.

"So you do exist. I always thought that evil...real evil...came from humanity and needed no outside influence."

Bella pauses a moment to ponder the significance of this new development.

"If you exist, it is not so far a leap to say that Hell does as well. Again, I always believed that we make our own Hell here on earth, but there you go."

Humanity does create evil child. I am neither good or evil but light itself.

Man is far more inventive with the Hells he has created than that which God created for me and my kind. I can see some who would find Hell much more favorable to what they endure here on Earth.

Bella thinks about all of this, and tries not to notice that she and the...the Devil are wearing rather similar cloaks. This almost makes her laugh, despite the seriousness of the conversation.

"So, then. Hell. Are people sent there or how does that work?"

There are many ways that a soul can come into my possession. Irony of how He has created the system you often condemn yourself to my company. I do not actively collect souls as some might believe unless they are offered as payment.

"That is nice to know."

Not comforting, really, but nice. At least no one she knows would actually sell their souls to the Devil. So there's that to be thankful for. As to condemning oneself, Bella would let things sort themselves out. No need to worry for what you can't help.