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chuckled. “They make mistakes, the greatest of which is their belief that they
are flawless. When they are reminded of their imperfections, they get a little
sad.”
    “So am I to drink it?”
    Gerald laughed. “No, you’re supposed to sit and stare at it. Maybe it’ll
say something to you if you look at it long enough.”
    Gerald took a long swig from his mug while Drean considered his own
drink.
    “Try it. I didn’t know what you would like or if you’re even a beer man
for that matter,” Gerald said. “But I decided an Optimator would be a good
start.”
    Drean sipped his beer.
    “It tastes disgusting!” he exclaimed and pushed the mug away. “I don’t
think I’m going to have any more.”
    Gerald had finished his own mug off by that time. Greg noticed and
refilled it. “There you are. You enjoying yourself, Drean?”
    “Yes. Thank you,” Drean said.
    “Great.” He walked away.
    “You just have to drink it quickly. It tastes better after you’ve had a
little.” Gerald chugged some of his beer.
    “Alright. I want to know. Why are you helping me?” Drean asked.
    “Well,” Gerald set his mug down and turned to Drean, “you need someone
like me: someone who has wasted their life. I used people in ways I can’t
describe, Drean. Just because I could.”
    “So you believe you can prevent me from sinning? I do not foresee myself
following such a self-destructive path.”
    “You believe you are invincible, but I am here to tell you, Drean... you
are more vulnerable than ever. I will be there when you make your mistakes.
When your regret weighs you down and your deeds cuff you; I will be there to
help you set yourself free.”
    Drean stared into his mug.
    “And when everyone comes after you I’ll be there to kick their ass.”
    “Who is everyone?”
    “Half-breeds. Including The Falling Curtain’s assassins.” Gerald trailed
off as he drank more of his beer. “I heard rumors of some secret tournament
that was held shortly before you arrived. Leaders of half-breed headhunting
groups gathered and killed each other for a chance at a mission: You.”
    Drean decided he would drink more of his beer after all.
    “An enchanter might be pissed at you too now that I think of it.” Gerald
laughed. “So yeah. Everyone.”
    “Why would everyone want to destroy me?”
    “Because they all think you’re a threat to their existence. God doesn’t
send too many angels down from Heaven to do His bidding. By not too many, I
mean you’re the first that I know of.”
    Drean stared into his mug.
    “Satan doesn’t want you here because he has worked hard to keep the
Faithstream away from God to amass power and take over the Heavens.”
    Drean took another sip of his beer. “But who are these half-breeds?
Wait... I saw one I think.”
    “When?”
    “Before I met you.”
    “Oh yeah, that skia that was following you. She was a powerful one,”
Gerald said.
    “A skia?”
    “Skia are half-angels born from the seed of fallen angels like me. Human
females turn into lesser succubae after encounters with the fallen. I’m not
sure how the skia remain pure.”
    “Succubae?”
    “A corrupted female angel, although I doubt there are many pure ones
left.”
    “I don’t remember any female angels in Heaven,” Drean said.
    “God used to create female angels.”
    Drean looked perplexed.
    “That was before one of them tempted Lucifer, who defied God’s wishes
when he hooked up with her. I mean they had sex.”
    “I understand what you mean, somehow,” Drean said. “Continue.”
    Gerald set his empty mug aside and motioned for another. “Thanks...”
Gerald drank half of the mug in one gulp. “After that happened, God banished
the women, including Lucifer’s loved one.”
    “I have no memory of this at all,” Drean said. “Why did he only banish
the women?”
    “You probably hadn’t been created yet. And, I don’t know for sure.
Lucifer only explained how the act was immoral. I’m not sure if he