I am half-human with godly and angelic descendance, so I guess, I am worthy to be their sole ruler, their only saviour, their treasured shepherd… The shepherds too make use of their sheep – they guide them, then to consume some of them for wool and meat. However, most of them are quite an interesting bunch whom an ambitious man like me can make good use of. There are certain individuals among the human race, who are able to well balance their mixed-up nature and grow into worthy people that merit our godly benevolence. Could they make use of it? – Nay, certainly not… at least not many of them. Aye, they had proven faulty to their creators, yet had attained the perfect treasure they required – the freedom. Which side they would develop, depended entirely upon their choice.
#Shepherd lost sheep full#
They were full of instability, unpredictability, wild dreams, and rotten primitivism. The conquering ambitions of their creators, the boundless wisdom of their gods, and the primal instincts of Earthly nature – all of it meddled in these extraordinary creatures. They mated the local species whom they could more or less find a common language with, killed off the obstacles, and conquered the planet as their own. Yet even here, the humans defied their creators – instead of dying out, they adapted to the environment they were cast in, due to their boundless wits and the unexplainable willpower that no other species could ever possess. Forbidding them to taste those luxuries? Nay, they obeyed not! Hence, their creators cast them down on Earth – a planet inhabited by many other faulty experiments of different alien species, so that their lives would end. They should be given an aim they approved of, or else, they’d move no finger! Yet, if such necessities were met, they’d begin to loaf around. They were quite haughty creatures, at that – one could never make them work without posing a certain purpose before their eyes. Once the humans earned at least a bit of benevolence from their creators, though, they’d immediately turn into lazy drunkards feasting upon the luxuries of life. With those bare hands, and the wits that exceeded even those of their creators and equalled the ones of mighty gods, they could break mountains. They showed immense energy and willpower only when confronted against tremendous obstacles with no weapons in their hands. Let’s trace back to the history of your race: the humans were made for slavery and were found faulty for that purpose. “Nobody can return to you something that was never yours, to begin with.
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