Could be worse. Could be a New York Public Rest Room.
Kade bent his neck, his hand rubbing it as he leaned back fully on the couch. "It truly troubles me, that it doesn't trouble me that I am." Kade spoke. That caught Sakkara off guard.
"How so?" She asked.
"Every creature has a choice in life. They can use the powers for good, for evil, what ever. I stand in the middle for a reason, because of the fact that I do what is for the best. Sometimes the best thing for people is to be evil. The best thing sometimes is for good. But what truly matters what is best. That's why I do what I do and that's why I slay and do not slay whom." Kade told her.
"The problem with that is I'm descended from one of the most evil creatures." Kade smirked.
"Then why does it bother you? You have a hold on it, so what would be the problem?" She asked.
"The problem is every time I've ever crossed into Hell, Criss makes a very good point of keeping me from him." Kade kept smirking.
"That is?" Sakkara asked.
"He's concerned Xaphan will try and get me to agree to take off Lucifer's head." Kade spoke. "Rumor has it when we tried to attack Hell he wanted to help but Criss wouldn't allow it fearing what he'd want in return." Kade stopped smirking.
"Why are you and Criss so different from Abigar and Xaphan?" Was the next question.
"Because. Criss rebelled Xaphan much in the same way I rebelled my father. He didn't harm those who didn't deserve it, he didn't try and claim anything for himself, he didn't rape, and kill his women. Though there was that rumor about that goat a few centuries ago." Kade stopped raising an eyebrow.
"Centuries?" Sakkara asked.
"We don't talk about the thing with the goat. Mainly because, well. Criss yells he was cold and lonely." Kade stopped.
"What happened?" Her curiosity getting the best of her.
"Well after he did his business, he ate the goat." Kade shrugged.
"You are making this up." Sakkara said, her eyebrow raised.
"I wish. Xaphan from what I hear had a field day."