“Tell him about your offspring.” I say.
“We don’t have any, we don’t have any reproductive organs. And he should know those feathered serpent gods were us, the faeries, the spirits, the demons, the gods, we have many many many names at this point, some say patatoe some say potatoe.” They say.
“How does it work, care to expound?” I ask.
“We appear to be different groups to people, some do this while others do that, we use this illusion in many different ways, it was always just us though. You see how deep it is? We divided it all as many times as we could, we seperated it all, we confused the ■■■■ out of everything. Fae=demon=feathered serpent god=vatican=gods of earth, we have alot of names.” They say.
“I can’t believe people actually love you!” I exclaim.
“Right?! Well they do, they wants to be bad, they wants the sweet stuff, and it’s always been that way. yeah, who would have thought that people aren’t benevolent, i would have never guessed it! You to, you remember loving us don’t you, sure times have changed but you remember it.” They say.
“It’s not a lie, it was all just us the entire time. only a few were let go and were able to learn a few things.” They say.