"Bilgart told you that he created you and he even gave you a reason but, do you know what you are? A human? A parasite? Or something like the Twelve, who are born to be creators and forever eternal."
The man's smile widened as he gazed at the quiet and listening Arthur.
"Did you know? 'God' wasn't the one who created humans, neither did Medtris create Demons, it's all a believable lie convince the future generations. Sure, there were Races that were created but they were very twisted and defected, like the Cthulhu. It is possible to create a temporary living thing but to create a whole race out of nothing? That's absurd and is against the Natural Laws, which even the Twelve are shackled by.
"What about parasites, then?"