“Anyway, that virgin was my mother. As the son of a lord, I am privileged, but I can never become a god, nor will I ever grow wings.”
“Wings,” Father Jon said thoughtfully. “I’ve always been taught that Hell was underground. If this is true, why do you need wings? Why can’t you just crawl up to the surface?”
“Because there’s a whole universe down below that’s counterfeit to Earth and its universe. We need wings to be able to travel from one place to the other. Many of our wars take place on neutral territory such as a burned-out asteroid.”
“What could you possibly have to fight about?”
“Superiority. Since Hell has always been superior, we must constantly defend our place in that evil universe called the Black Heavens.”
“Well, if you don’t have wings, how did you get here?”
“When I go on a mission, I am outfitted with wings and the powers I will need to fight with.”