The dark-haired girl spoke in a firm voice: "Hello there... You seem to be lost."
Lucas stayed silent, his eyes darting between the two girls as he tried to understand why a deep-seated fear was growing inside him. The girls stood with their arms crossed and smirked at him, daring him to speak.
He sat atop the throne and rose, his tall frame towering over them. His eyes seemed to take in every detail of their features but without the slightest hint of fear or aggression. "Well... I'm not lost," he said. "But I'd like to know who you two are. Demons? Angels? Or something else?" He drummed his fingers thoughtfully against a stone pillar.
Two girls stood in front of him, their faces lit with mischievous smiles. The one with dark hair had a hand on her hip and asked with a sarcastic smirk, "So what if we're humans? What then?". The other girl snickered, her eyes sparkling."
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!