He stood amongst the trees, watching the castle crumble. It was disheartening, the beings they worked hand in hand with his celestial siblings to make had no regard for the rest of the creation. Gifts rewarded to them were being use to cause destruction itself. Arni was loath to speak. He clung on to a tree, embracing it like it was his fallen lover. It was really awkward but Arni could feel nature. After all he fathered all that constitutes nature. His creation was being defiled by the tainted souls roaming the earth, but he was not as heartless as his other ethereal sibling, not heartless enough to want to murder them.
"Oh Alestio! Can you see?! Look at what they are doing to my creation!"