CHAPTER 90

"I wanna know about the angels, about this war," she said, trying to present her question without being rude. "I wanna know exactly what's going on."

"Very well," Jaron sighed. "If you really want the full story…" He cleared his throat before continuing. "The angels are a race of egotistical demons. We aren't even sure what their race was originally called. They adapted the name 'angel' because they considered themselves the messengers of God. They believe in 'survival of the fittest,' but they're the ones who decide just who lives and who dies. We retaliated against them…after suffering a tremendous loss. We've been fighting them ever since, trying to keep other planets safe, planets that they deemed 'unworthy.' They are a horrible race, and I wish we wouldn't have taken up calling them angels. It's a word meant for holy creatures, not these demonic cretins."

Jaida listened intently to every word, wanting to know everything Jaron had to tell her. It was strange how he spoke. There was