"I am an agent of destruction!" Moku exclaimed as the realization hit him.
"Well, more accurately, you and I are the agents of destruction!" his mother added.
"You too?" Moku's eyes widened. Despite his effort to hide it, he was in total disbelief. Unlike himself, who had harbored destructive desires since childhood, his mother was the soul of gentleness. She was someone who wouldn't even kill a mosquito drinking her blood, merely saying, 'Ah, she's just finding his livelihood.'
"Yes. You are Gog..." she pointed at Moku, "...and I am Magog," she concluded, pointing to herself.
"Why?" Moku asked, still half-steeped in disbelief.
His mother's eyes narrowed again, and this time Moku felt a tangible aura of menace. Before his backside could be swatted into a stinging heat, Moku quickly clarified his question. "I mean... not why you became an agent of destruction, but why the Supreme Creator created such agents at all?"
