| |
MY FATHER AND I ALWAYS MADE our new life forms with the utmost care. Every feature, every little detail was hand-picked for whoever or whatever it was, and they were always exactly the way that we meant for them to be. In short, they were perfect.
However, there were a few instances where the creatures didn’t end out quite as perfect as we intended. That was where the Defects came into the picture.
They were angels with something wrong with them - something that made them unworthy of joining the ranks of even the regular angels, let alone anything else. There were only a handful of Defects in existence, and we were always careful to make sure that their flaws didn’t taint the angels that we had that were perfect.
It was never our fault, but unfortunately, we still had to shoulder the blame for the things wrong with the world.
Father and I both had made some significant mistakes, but the most apparent nine mistakes were quite simple to point out. Father’s were Lucifer and his seven younger brothers (also technically my brothers, but we didn’t need to talk about that), and mine was the princess of Hell.
Princess. Those demons called that Defect the princess of Hell, and there was talk of her becoming the queen of the Middleworld. That was the most laughable thing I’d ever heard. That Defect - Edelweiss or whatever other pretentious name Satan gave her - had no leg to stand on when it came to holding any place of power.
None at all.
That was the main reason that the Empyrean War would continue until either Satan surrendered or the demons and the rest of Satan’s followers were wiped off of the face of the planet. I didn’t have a preference over which one came first, but I also knew I wouldn’t mind if it came down to the latter being the only option.
It was no matter in the end, though, what happened. I was confident of one thing: good always triumphed over evil.
And regardless of the lies that Satan and his followers liked to spew, they would never be the good guys.