Totoka River A better Opportunity

Donovan chuckles vibrantly at the question. Does he believe in God? No. He doesn’t. He believes in something akin to fate, but not God. This God is a cruel being, his follower follow in his footsteps. They’re judges, picking and choosing who gets into the ever lasting land of paradise. God is not merciful like maybe input him to be, no. It’s a dog eat dog world out here. A savage place that if you’re dealt with the short end of the stick you either adapt or die. So Donovan has adapted and he makes his own judgment as God, with his Saints to carry out the orders. He will not be forgotten and he will prove that he is a force, much like God, to be reckoned with. 

His answer is simple. “No, I don’t believe in God. I believe in individuals in a higher plain of existence that are made to carry out deeds both good and bad. I am one of them, as was my father before me, as are my Saints.” His voice is smooth and calm. “I accept those who are absent of direction and have nowhere to go. Those who have lost everything or nothing and want a purpose. Those who want a voice and a place to grasp life at its fullest. We are Saints to some. Demons to others. I usually let them decide.”

He gazes to him and cocks a brow. “What about you, Colin?”