PROLOGUE THE WRONG ONE.

He sat on his giant throne which was located in a magnificient palace above the clouds. He watched his creatures as they ate and drank drowning themselves in pleasures of the flesh and eyes. They had somehow forgotten the commandments he gave to them. He had created them for companionship, yes that was what he created them for. Now he couldn't even define the kind of relationship he had with them.
He could just destroy and wipe out their existence with a thought but how could he do that when he love them so much? He didn't even want them to worship him at first, he has his errand ghosts to do that . All he wanted was for them to see him as a friend and respect him, he didn't want their fear.