Gill remained seated in that imposing throne, butterflies flew around him, as he was giving a lecture, a teaching of his word , taking the role and the part he was groomed to have, he beloved himself the pinnacle of true divinity, true self righteousness, he spoke as he was hooded with a beautiful white tunic and had a hood with gold brands.

"Paradise . . . Everyone dreams of it and searches their entire life for it . . . But paradise doesn't exist. People are blind to the truth . . . 2000 years was too long. I'm going to complete the mission which my predecessor tried to accomplish. The dark future is now over . . . Now . . . The road has been shown. This road will lead the pitiful people of this world to evolution . . . Yes . . . This is the way to the paradise!"

The cultist praised the messiah, as they wished to be the citizens of the country of god, Gill raised his hand and almost as if holding an orb continued before the mass of the followers knelt before him as colorful butterflies fly around him and rest in his palm.

"The world is destined to be ashen and barren. The balance... between regeneration and destruction...it must be restored, I ...will restore it..."

The crowd praised the promised one and belived in his words, as they began chanting verses from the book of Miraha, fervently, Gill rested his back in his throne as butterflies continued to fly around him, his golden long hair willowed and the red and blue skin was visible beneath the hood as he smiled, please at the gathering and their worshipping, as he tilts his head slightly and his golden eyes pierce into the crowd.