"Why didn't they love us?" Belial's both voices asked at the same time.
A moment of silence stretched through all of them.
"Why can't you love us, son of Adam?" The demon king asked again.
"I can't love someone I don't know." Matthew answered.
"So that's all it takes? To be known?" Belial smiled at them.
"No. There's more. But first, yes. You need to know the person." Erin said.
"They knew us." Belial's face looked down upon one of the open graves on fire. "They knew us their whole lives. They never knew hunger. They never saw scarcity. We gave them everything they needed or wanted." Their voice was regretful.
"That's not enough." Erin replied. "To love is not simply to give in to someone's needs. It's to do the best for them, even when it's painful… I think." She added, not so sure about her words.
"So we gave them too much?" Belial laughed. "We guess that might be it. They never saw us as a god, did they? We were just a giver. Just a dispense of miracles."
