Is there any reason to think otherwise? His holiness makes it fucking obvious. [John watches as Murmur descends, glaring at the feathered bastard's grace. He's still full of anger, righteous fury building up beneath the veneer of nonchalance that he's tried so hard to cultivate for years.
John has heard all the stories. Some from angels themselves. He thinks he's met the creator himself, actually. Didn't get any better answers from him. But from how he sees it? If you make something, you're responsible for it. Which is why John has worked his entire adulthood to avoid dragging a poor child into existence. A child doesn't want to be made, it doesn't ask for it, and it deserves protection from the people who created it and who form the family of it. And if god is this great almighty parent, creating many? Then he should fucking do something. Free will is nice, but so is actually doing something instead of sitting on the sidelines.
Humans never asked to exist, after all. The same goes for the victimized people here.
There has to be a better way than this.
There has to be a better option.
Not that it matters now. Maybe it never mattered. Not that John has time to think about it at the moment. That sort of thought process is a luxury, and war has little time for luxuries.] I told you, I'm something of a dabbler. Right? And since the powers that be have graciously provided me with a good amount of dead? I figure it's time for them to face their victims. Literally.
[He makes a sharp sound, his breath is coming fast in stress and anger. There's also something excited in John, even if he won't admit it right now. It's a rush, being forced to accommodate the differences in environment and components all in the name of taking down an arrogant group of elite bastards with a shitty faux angel army.] Haven't made a golem in ages. But I think it'll be much the same. They're not that different than humans when it comes down to what counts. [Blood, bone, soul, muscle, maybe not formed the same way but all are things in common.]
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John has heard all the stories. Some from angels themselves. He thinks he's met the creator himself, actually. Didn't get any better answers from him. But from how he sees it? If you make something, you're responsible for it. Which is why John has worked his entire adulthood to avoid dragging a poor child into existence. A child doesn't want to be made, it doesn't ask for it, and it deserves protection from the people who created it and who form the family of it. And if god is this great almighty parent, creating many? Then he should fucking do something. Free will is nice, but so is actually doing something instead of sitting on the sidelines.
Humans never asked to exist, after all. The same goes for the victimized people here.
There has to be a better way than this.
There has to be a better option.
Not that it matters now. Maybe it never mattered. Not that John has time to think about it at the moment. That sort of thought process is a luxury, and war has little time for luxuries.] I told you, I'm something of a dabbler. Right? And since the powers that be have graciously provided me with a good amount of dead? I figure it's time for them to face their victims. Literally.
[He makes a sharp sound, his breath is coming fast in stress and anger. There's also something excited in John, even if he won't admit it right now. It's a rush, being forced to accommodate the differences in environment and components all in the name of taking down an arrogant group of elite bastards with a shitty faux angel army.] Haven't made a golem in ages. But I think it'll be much the same. They're not that different than humans when it comes down to what counts. [Blood, bone, soul, muscle, maybe not formed the same way but all are things in common.]