Curosity.

A boy as young as ten stood among a decimated landscape he had completed the first step to a planet wide invasion.

"My lord, the young child asked after studying various books on religion in a torn down library.

"Does heaven exist?"

Dredgan turned to his first born and kneeled in front of him.

"I suppose in a sense Heaven does exist, Although in believing that it would be safe to believe that there is a hell as well."

"Who goes to heaven?"

"Whoever god wants up there."

"I'm afraid that's much too vague for me."

"You've always been a curious child."

"Can you elaborate on your answer from before? About heaven?"

"Of course. Depending on what you believe in Heaven is open to all of God's creations, whatever they do."

The child breathed a sigh of relief. Seemingly filled with regret for all he had done.

"Are you going to heaven too? Since you were created by God," He asked.

"In theory I suppose I could, but I won't," Dredgan replied.

"Why?"

"Because I committed the most egregious sin. I did something only God was supposed to do."

"What's that?"

"I tried to create angels. They didn't work out. My angels were made in my image, so I guess I'm to blame. All they do is cause suffering and destruction, so God decided they had to go to hell, to suffer for an eternity"

“I couldn't go to heaven, not while my creations were suffering. So I decided that when the time came, I would travel to hell and suffer with them."

"Why?"

"Because I love them."  

"I have to go tell my sisters they will be so happy to hear."

"And what might that be?"

"That no matter what we do, we're going to heaven."

"But you're not, not you nor your sisters for that matter."

"But," the boy said, his voice wavering, "You said..."

"Yes, I know what I said my child. But you're not one of God's creations," Dredgan said with a stern tone to get his point across.

"You're one of mine."