What was the good in letting the weak live? Especially when all it did was turn the garden into a putrid ratâ€™s nest? One so filled with rats and fleas that they had started to devour themselves. But the demon said nothing, and the demon beast linked to his heart enjoyed the thoughts of a world like that. The demon beast had never seen the Earth; it knew, but it dreamt of a place far different. A place that didnâ€™t have monkeys stacking blocks up to the sky, living and dying and shitting in their little boxes.<br/><br/>Humans filled the prince with contempt more often than not. Once he gathered enough power and killed his father for his rightful place, heâ€™d decimate them. One in ten would live. The strong. And theyâ€™d know the true meaning of that word, finally.<br/><br/>Maybe she thought he didnâ€™t know the difference between physical strength and the strengths of cleverness or secrecy. That was just another of those human failings though, wasnâ€™t it? Assume that everyone and everything was just as ignorant and violent as they were.<br/><br/>The innocent angelâ€™s smile graced his lips, and he didnâ€™t answer her question again. He did hold out his hand in a gesture for her to take it. â€œYou two know each other.â€ It was a statement, not a question. â€œHe must care a lot for you. And takes you flying! The Glorious Father on High wouldnâ€™t like that, Iâ€™m sure. Or maybe grandfather? Oh well, it doesnâ€™t matterâ€¦â€ One day heâ€™d take that throne too. Ambition and avarice; like father like son.