Not for His Sake

"Mmhmm." Safrin agreed with a gentle nod. "Our hope for all those who are Accepted is to join us, of course. To become one with the creation that we have —and are—creating for you." Plucking certain thoughts from the mind of the midwife, Safrin laughed happily, the sound like bells echoing throughout an enigmatic chamber. Considering the girl, nay, woman before her, Safrin considered silently. Her eyes like secretive galaxies sparkled with a kaleidoscope of life and mystery, as her perfectly painted lips pulled back in a smile. "Only to try and prevent the spread of misinformation. The Voice is no god. She was mortal once, and for all her smoke and mirrors she is not at all what she appears, nor is as strong as she takes herself to be. Remind those who would listen who made this world, Caido, and my three: Vi, Rae, and Mort. And of course we who exist here with you: myself, Ludo..and yes, even Frey." With a gentle smirk and beatific eye-roll at the mention of her less savory counterpart, the goddess shrugged. "LongNight will be upon you shortly. Have you place a to be?" Safrin the devil is not as black as he is painted