It is fun, sometimes. To watch these mortals and their futile games. She speaks, justifying her actions to me.

- So you’re telling me to walk to your borders and simply call Vague? Either you underestimate my intelligence or you're innocent. I’m not walking into the lands of the killers. -You know one thing that is funny to think of? It is how easy to be mistaken for one of you.

I laughed sarcastically, taking another step closer.

-… And all I had to do was kill. - a small growl sounded from deep within my chest, threatening the ground itself to shake before my presence -…. Hate it is, then. Believe whatever you wish. I do not need to explain my actions to you or anyone.

I watch as she tells me, perhaps for the first time that I do not own thunder or the skies. That I am not the creator. So be it. She believes in nothing and refuses to even pretend.

- It is a fight. But… I’m finding this all fun. You say I am misguided by my hate… So be it. And I am telling you now that you are just like me. All of you. I’m proving to myself that you angels are identical to me. I don’t care if I will make any sense to you. I’m doing what I wish and it doesn’t matter how much you try to go against me, everyone knows what happens when you try to fight yourself. You lose.

I laughed again, taking a step back and preparing myself to leave. This talk is over.

- Oh and you’ll get me. Don’t worry. But it is not me who will be stuck with you. It is you who will be stuck with me.

It is on the way, angels. Be waiting for me.