“Then… a different name for your conscience? The little angel, the little devil; Id, Superego? It sounds Hebrew, is it?” He always found it curious how different cultures described the same phenomena through different concepts, not just the words, but the ideals each encompassed. Surely, calling God God was not the same as calling it Yahweh or Allah, but they still represented the same or something very much alike. Didn’t it?
“Why, that is a big responsibility you carry for one so small,” he snickered incredulously. “I do believe that life in another planet is possible, if that is what you’re referring to, but… why fear them? Had they wanted to hurt us, they would have already.”
Fists curled and teeth bared behind smiling lips. Despite the composure the creature was trying to keep, its instinctive reaction to the word Hebrew was one of almost irrational anger. “Don’t be ridiculous,” it muttered finally, deciding not to comment further on the Hebrew comment. “Angels aren’t good. They simply are. They have no free will with which to do good, unless Al– God tells them to. And the devil was once very good, you know. It did everything asked of it. It’s loyal. Angels are just… meek and subservient. They only comply because they must. But the devil complied from love.”
It narrowed its eyes at the man at the jab to its height. “That’s not what I’m referring to, but how do you know they haven’t hurt humans already? What if, instead of large attack, they prefer to insidiously creep and crawl their way into humanity? Destroy it from the inside?” it asked curiously. “That’s what I would do, if I had my own super-intelligent species to command.”