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At a point in time I can no longer remember, God created me. He told me to protect these lumps of yellow clay he called humans. I am God's closest confidant, yet you call me a demon. You avoid me, worship me, and try to categorize me into various entities. I wander the place called Earth, granting human wishes or sowing chaos among them to help them evolve. Well, it hasn't been easy. They split into sects that believe in me and those that don't, eventually growing so large they tried to define me as everything from God to Buddha, demons, and Lucifer. Not that I care. Regardless, humans bowed their waists and knelt before me, offering up their children just to pray for something called 'happiness.' Someone offered their life to understand the truths of the universe, while another offered their hearing to compose a masterpiece that would bring tears to everyone's eyes for generations. There was even a time when a group swarmed me, begging to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the future. Meanwhile, their variety and numbers increased rapidly. They established the concept of time and laws, divided the land, and created languages. They even left the way they classified me open to their own whims. Up until then, it was at least fun to watch. But since entering what they call the modern era, their prayers have become cliché, and the human race itself has become dull. Occasionally, interesting humans who could see through my existence were born, but they didn't last long before dying. Still, the one thing that never changed was praying for love. 'I want to see them just once more,' 'I want to do it just once.' The methods varied, but it was all love. I grew curious why they couldn't let go of that one thing even as they progressed. I had nothing better to do anyway, so it worked out. And so, I decided to properly involve myself in human affairs. To see what all the fuss is about regarding this thing called love.