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Memories flashed through Michael's mind, memories of her father, using his powers to Refine entire Galaxies to worship him.
Their Faith accumulating across quadrillions of inhabitants, now forced to worship him without any previous notice, without even trying to talk with them.
Back then Michael and her siblings didn't find anything bad about it, but when Lucifer rebelled against him and confronted him for what he was, something inside of their heads just clicked.
His words, his brave words… Even now, they resonate within her heart.
"You're no Creator, you're no Father, and you're no God! The only thing you are is but a Tyrant that abuses his power! Enslaving quadrillions of living beings to strengthen himself! I find nothing honorable or beautiful about it! You're disgusting! And I am sick and tired of ever serving you, father!"
"Lucifer…"
Michael murmured at a low voice, as Frank was still glancing at her, surprised by her previous response.
"Michael?"
"Ah…!"
