Who thought humans could be so thick, so misunderstanding, so PERFECT!. My creator, our father, told me he'd give us anything, ANYTHING we'd wanted, so long as we kept obedient, staying in ... what do humans call it? oh yeah, Heaven where everything is bright and cheerful and sooooo boring, that's right I said it, boring, in a world with an all-knowing God and a bunch of winged metahumans, you'd expect there to be more to do, But I guess it's too late now, I'm stuck in a universe were magic doesn't exist and humanity at our feet, doesn't seem too shabby does it?, what more could you want?.