Masquerading minefields

the Voice "And yet I was made by your precious gods. Born into this world just like you. There are plenty of other dangerous creatures, yet we are the only ones caged? It is not because we are dangerous. It is because we were equals and your precious three could not handle that." The Voice narrowed her eyes and sneered with a childish gesture before resuming her composure. "Enslave? Hardly. They come willingly to me and I welcome them with open arms. I make them perfect, unlike this forgotten place full of malnutrition and mutations." With another flinch, the Voice looked at the black sludge at her feet. "And what would you have me do? Trade their souls to you? Just so you can try and trick me, hoarding them just as you accuse me of doing?" 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101110