(“But that's strange… small animals like that are usually more afraid than aggressive when they come near me.”)

  Given his time in the wild, most small critters had picked up an almost sixth sense when they saw him, immediately trying to flee with all their might. Whether this was due to the savagery he hunted with immediately alerting their survival instincts or the being inside him was unknown but it wasn't often something would bite him instead of running away. Once was unbelievable, twice was absurd.

  (“It couldn't be…

  wait is someone missing?”) His train of thought was interrupted when he noticed something the others didn't.

  He looked around and quickly realised what was missing. He got up and headed for the door.

  “Hey! Where are you-”

  “Give me a moment, I'm curious about something,” Tibaut answered her.

  Tina clicked her tongue and followed, with the other two doing the same.

  After retrieving the old man they had left behind (thankfully it seemed he fell asleep rather than any sort of foul play), Tibaut and the other two women went back to the Wisteria Mansion with a few questions still on their minds.

  Elizabeth returned in the morning and noticed the new wounds on Tibaut when she checked on him. Thankfully for him, he was still sleeping, so he escaped her wrath for now.

  Tina did her best to keep mum about what happened but Agnes cracked under the lightest pressure imaginable.

  He felt a hand touch his face. His eyes could not open yet he felt no panic.

  “My child, have you awoken?” A gentle voice asked. He didn't know who touched his face, but… something within told him he could be trusted.

  He couldn't move his arms, nor would his mouth move. Was he stuck?

  “Father, is another necessary?” A voice asked. Unlike the first voice, it sounded feminine. It was most likely a young woman. “Are you planning a war, father? With your might, the other gods-”

  “No, Lucifer. We need not another war amongst ourselves. I did not become the almighty for such a reason.” He didn't sound angry. Although there was a hint of sorrow in his voice, he calmly answered her ludicrous idea.

  But why would it be ludicrous for him to do so, he wondered.

  “I see, father. Then what is his purpose?”

  “With humanity gone, something else must fill the gap. That is why you shall be the ones to replace them. My angels, you shall be the rebirth of mankind.”

  “Do you wish for me to breed with him?” The voice asked. She had little emotion in her voice and spoke with the cadence of an automaton.

  The gentle voice laughed. “I suppose that is a valid question for me, my child. After all, you do possess the means to do it. But there is no need. I cheated when I created the two of you. You two were already beings that existed in this world before I meddled.”

  He felt another touch on his body and felt his heart start to beat. Was it normal that it hadn't beaten in so long?

  “I'll consider your question more deeply when I create an angel through my effort and my effort alone. But I have an important question, my child, do you feel the need to do it?”

  “No Father, I have no yearning for so. But if you ask of me, I shall-”

  “That answer is fine my child. Your creation alone has confirmed many things for me.”

  He couldn't see what was happening but by the sounds of things, it sounded like the gentle voice was patting the woman on her head.

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  “...Father? What have you given me?” She asked. “I feel an odd warmness in my chest.” She sounded confused, though her voice still had a robotic quality to it.

  “It is affection, my child. Treasure it, and ensure you can deliver the same feeling to your brother.”

  “Brother?” She asked. Her confusion was greater than the first time.

  “Yes, my child, your brother. Cherish him as I would cherish you, my first creation.”

  As he lay down, he felt the voice do several more things that left him feeling odd. Bones rested in place, hair started to form and he could smell the world around him.

  Finally, he could see the face of his creator. His radiance was blinding and he tried to look away.

  “Relax my child, you shall adjust to the gift of vision with due time.”

  “Father, I believe you might be the one overwhelming him, not his vision.” His sister answered.

  “Ah, you did mention such a thing. Forgive me, young one.” His radiance soon diminished and he could get a clear view of the creator. But even with a clear view, he couldn't make heads or tails of what he was looking at. Even stranger… he felt reassured looking at the man in front of him. Something within told him whatever they were, he could give them his life without worry.

  “Can you hear me, my child?” He asked.

  He nodded. Now that he had his vision, he could tell he was resting on a stone table.

  “Can you speak?”

  He tried to answer but his body couldn't transform thoughts into language.

  The man placed a hand on his neck.

  “Are you not all-knowing, father?” Lucifer asked.

  “I have the ability to do so, however, even I find it overwhelming. And in a sense, it's underwhelming as well. Knowing the result before I even attempt it would make this new existence of mine boring.”

  “That sounds inefficient, Father,” Lucifer answered.

  “It is my child. But I wish to grow into this power and have my decisions and actions grow with it. I wish to rule this world as myself. Not an embodiment of this power. And to do so, I feel doing things without relying on this power is necessary. Heh ha ha.” He chuckled after saying those words.

  His two creations looked to him with concern.

  “Was my question laughable, father?”

  (“Of course it was, why would you dare question our fa-”)

  “No Lucifer. With my position amongst the gods, this is the first time I've had to explain my madness to another being. Thank you for that, Lucifer. And thank you as well, for listening to your creator's rambles.”

  He looked at the boy on the table and held his hand out. He instinctively reached out and grabbed his hand.

  He looked towards his sister. She wore hair as radiant and yellow as the son above them, with eyes that matched the sky around and above this space. She wore many white wings on her back. She was a strange being for sure, but most gods were as well. She looked at him with indifference before turning her gaze back to her lord.

  “Your name shall be… Hmm what shall it be? Do you want to contribute, Lucifer?” He stroked his own chin as he looked at him.

  “No.”

  “This is the first step to building affection with him. However, if you have no ideas, that is fine.”

  “...”

  She looked at the boy again and walked closer.

  “S…...”

  “The adversary? I suppose siblings will stand opposed to one another at some point in their lives. Adversary is also similar to another word, rival. It seems you've remembered at least one aspect of being a sibling. But that alone is too simple. In line with your true name of Helel, I wish for a name that ends with the -el suffix. For that is a name I cannot forget. Hmm, yes, Samael, that works for now.”

  He looked at the young man and asked a simple question.

  “So which do you prefer to be called? Samael or S……?”

  The boy mused his options, looked up at the blonde woman and pointed at her.

  “S……!”

  The creator chuckled. “Then so be it. I'll have far more opportunities to use that el, in the future. It seems the boy has a bias for you, Lucifer.”

  What the creator hadn't realised was, the boy had called her that name. Oh well.

  She smirked at the boy for picking her name and approached him. “I suppose in this instance, I shall forgive you for defying our lord. But know, I will not take another act of defiance lightly.”

  Just like her creator before her, she began patting his head. The boy was smaller than she was and had to look up to her face.

  “Know that your big sister shall help fill the gaps when our lord is busy.”

  She lifted him up a few inches off the ground and looked into his face. “Isn't that right, Satan?”