"You don't have a lord, you have a tyrant," Zaeroses said, his voice calm. He was free to move again as the taller demon who had questioned him earlier left, the smokey, strange creature that had bound his wrists and ankles vanishing. "The lord of demons rules with fear and cruelty. If the only way that one can ensure loyalty is through malevolence, then they are not worth serving," the angel said. He observed the angel for a moment. "And no, angels do not desire to serve 'God.'" Zaeroses corrected. "'God' is best described as an idea, present in the minds of all intelligent beings. That idea can take many forms, but they all represent a willingness to respect the happiness, freedom and peace of others," the angel explained. "At least, they do when interpreted correctly. Unfortunately, the concept is often used by those who either desire power, or already have it, to manipulate others into acting how they want them to act," Zaeroses continued. "Really, its not so much a desire for us as it is a purpose. In the same way that all living things wish to reproduce and to perpetuate their species, angels are compelled to protect the virtues that keep the world from descending into chaos. While we do not enjoy direct intervention, it is sometimes necessary."<br/><br/>Looking at the demoness now, Zaeroses considered her for a moment. "You are of Violence, your seventh circle. Tell me, what was it in life that drove you to commit such violent acts as to take your soul to such a place? Or do you even remember? My own mortal life was so long ago that I can scarcely recall anything more tha vague images of thing that I saw.. or perhaps things that I dreamt of." The angel spoke. He considered the demoness. He remember so little of his ortal life by now, that even his own name that his mother gave him was even beyond his reach.