He paused, considering her first question, before freezing, his face twisting into a sneer for a moment before he managed to resume control of his face. He considered his words quite carefully, his hands clenching and releasing repeatedly as he thought. "Because here, gods can and do talk to their followers, apparently, quite regularly. Back home, it has been centuries, if not longer, since someone had a 'confirmed' divine visitation. All we have are fakes, charlatans, and frauds, preying on the weak and guilty minded, pretending to have visitations to calm their 'client's' fears and to gain personal power. If Gods ARE real, then I have an obligation to find the<em>fucker</em>that is<em>supposed</em>to be watching out for us, and explain why I am so... enraged at him or her just abandoning us, preferably as they are dying from my actions. Our race is on the verge of obliterating itself in the name of their religions, when all the religions have so many significant parallels its almost sickening how alike they all are, some times differing only on their NAME for God. Its a betrayal that means when and IF gods ever return, they are going to find a subspecies of humans that will obliterate them just to prove they can."<br/><br/>He looked up, his demon dragon finally having found a chink in his armor, and it was burning in its own fury. He was controlling it with extreme difficulty, but it was clear to Aurelia that, to him, religion was a fake all around, something people murmured the formula to while looking out for themselves only. "I swear to 'God' because it is a habit from childhood. But I am fully convinced that, if there really are gods, they are juvenile and immature, and even lower than the Fae I am working with now. Priests just below the highest rank raping children and getting away with it, holy wars that have gone on for nearly a millennia, and all it would have taken was ONE... FUCKING... WORD to stop it ALL."<br/><br/>He took a deep breath, fighting to get himself under control, before he looked to the side, and shook his head. "No, I will let you be the intermediary, and maybe, eventually, my hate will be... restrained enough to only come out for the one responsible, if I ever find them, but for now, it is best that they remain distant from me. I BURN in my own hate, and only the fact I have rules to my hatred kept me from accepting Tiamat's offer to join her side and maybe kept me from being recruited by the Winter Court."