Elohim’s cold blue eyes looked down on the girl with sympathy.  She slipped another hand through the cage, and brought it down on top of the hand Ennea was using to keep her grasp on her.  She gently stroked the girl’s skin,  her breathing was steady.  The girl’s mind wasn’t stable,  and it was obviously more defined by black and white then even her own.  She managed to force a weak smile, and she whispered again leaning her face closer to the cage.  “I may be inhuman,  but…  I am not evil.  Our goals are similar….  I hunt just as you…  I am not your enemy.  I would like to be your friend.”  She said,  her tone soft and gently.<br/><br/>She looked down at that wrecked form,  they were in so many ways similar to one another.  Yet, it seemed their preferred paths were leading them in different direction,  the young woman was becoming perhaps unbeknownst to herself one of the beasts she despised,  while Elohim desired perhaps selfishly to toss away all her great strength and become…  human.<br/><br/>She inhaled and without looking away at the mockery of the great work,  pitying her.  She wondered if one day…  she would know the touch of disquiet and carry within her the wasteland.  Would god turn away from a woman wanting to be a beast,  or did he only despise the beast who dreamed of becoming a human.