Why aren't you afraid? A child should be afraid when the devil comes knocking.

What would they think if they knew the truth? There were demons out there, roaming the streets, plotting madness and death, and sowing chaos wherever they went. And Angels too, some proud and determined in the righteousness of their cause, others corrupted by hate and jealousy, and each side at war with the other.

There was a truth there. A wound just like she said. One that ran deep across the soul and stung the air as well. Esther knew it too. For it was the same ache she carried. The one they all carried. These Children of the Morningstar.

The girl with two lives, who ended one to start another. And yet, you can't let the other go completely, can you?

The end. Whatever form it takes. We are approaching it now. And one way or another, we must face it... each of us alone.

Hell is my enemy, not you. Even the cruelest ones, who delight in their malice - they all started their journey in the same way. As victims.

Honestly, I don't give a flying shit what happens to this eternally fucked up world. It can all go down in a goddamn firestorm, for all the fuck I care about it. But I want Lucifer to burn. Plain and fucking simple. I figure you're the best bet to make that happen.

Good. Now, please, stay safe. And if you see anything that looks like it's made of breathing, living light... hide.

It was easy. All it took were whispers into the ears of man. And in the centuries that followed, your kind ran rivers of blood in the name of a God they never knew.

Indifference is malice. It may not sting with the immediacy of hate, but the wound it leaves behind can linger deeper, even imperceptibly, if we aren't careful, of course.