Why didn't God give us wings? Because he was afraid. He was afraid that we would reach out to him. We were damned to this world and he wanted us to stay put but have we? Since the beginning of time humanity taught itself to walk and eventually run. We then started to jump and we began to wonder.. how high... and how far... can we? Once our minds settled in we started a war with God that we did not know of. We reached out... We reached out but we did not reach out to him.. no... we reached out to something beyond God. We reached out for knowledge.
We could not create what he created but we could forge what we desired with the tools he gave us, eventually forgetting... that it was given to us. What is this I am feeling? I have been a General for ten years but I have never held such power... within my own hands. Commanding a force is one thing... but now I am that force. I can now reach out to God. The question is if I will. He created the world but it is a disaster. I will try to fix it, something he could never do. I will fix this world.
I have conquered France and Belgium within two days. The humans have not yet been able to fully deploy their troops which has been a huge benefit for us. Their men need weapons of destruction to fight us whilst we simply are... weapons of destruction. Can we be stopped? I believe not. We will continue. Europa will be ours.. and then Asia... Africa... America... where there is land I will be there.
I am no dictator. I was exiled. I didn't brainwash my people. My people come from everywhere for one common cause... to live in peace. We are not evil... We are simply better. They decided that they could not live with us. They started this war. They started this hate. They always do. They can never accept change. First, it was race, then colour, then it was religion and then it was their way of life. They constantly find something to hate.
I am a good man, a protector... a General. I will lead us into the new world. France and Belgium and then the rest of the world. It must be done. It simply must. For the better good.
I am Arcadeus, a demigod, son of mortals but child of none for I am their better.
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