How could HE even consider it. They were disgusting mutants, a half breed. Spirit mixed with flesh to create a creature so vile. It repulsed him. The brilliance of the white marble walls that made up the hallway around Heylel seemed to lessen now reflecting his dark mood.
Heylel stood three meters tall, average hight for an angel. Clothed in a white undergarment and on his chest was plate mail of silver. The wings protruded from his back were neatly folded and an unadorned sword hung at his waist. A Dark blue cape with gold edging specifically split into three sections to flow around his wings whipped at his feet. His walking was causing his curly red hair to bounce lightly on his head.
Heylel just did not understand it; HE had created the angels in all their perfection to be his servants and now HE said that these foul creatures would be object of his love and affection. It made no sense. The creatures made of flesh had no sense of who they were or what purpose they served until they were told. The angels were created with a single purpose and Heylel thought they were doing a good job. HE never complained. Heylel realized he had been pacing the same stretch of floor for ten minutes and stopped where he stood. To his left was one of the countless stain glass windows. This particular one contained the image of a new creature placed on earth, it was a called a cerva. Two antlers protruded from its head and its tuft of a tail was a little white flame. In it's long muzzled snout hung some grass. One of HIS creations in it's natural habitat. This realm was not enough for HIM thus a new one was created and with it new laws and beings of course all coming from HIS hand. Heylel walked up to the window and slammed his fist down on the sill. What was the purpose? Why did HE need this new realm. It must have been created for some reason. HE didn't just create; everything has a purpose. What if... Heylel glanced back up at the cerva and the grass hanging from it's month. A thin smile crossed his face as the final dots shifted into place. It was a food chain. HE needed something that he was not getting from the angels. Humans could provide it and that's why their world was created. That still did not explain why HE chose to love the humans more then angels. Maybe He had grown tired of the angels. With this in mind Heylel turned and began to move at a speed only possible for angels; running aided by flapping his wings at just the right moments.
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