He kicked the old man in the face, sending him sprawling across the floor. He hit against the 67th storey window, whimpering as it cracked against his weight.

He was skinny and malnourished, a shadow of his former glory. A greying beard clutched itself onto the thin layer of skin on his face. Blood dripped from a wound on his head, caused by the impact onto the window.

“Well, father, isn’t this something? You sent me to befriend these things, and watched as they tortured and mutilated me.”

He grabbed the old man’s face, and brought his eyes to stare into his own.

“Now you will watch as I undo everything you created.”

He let him go, and turned to leave.

“M-my…son…”

He turned and glared at the old man.

“W-w-what…ha-happened to…y-you…?”

He kicked the old man out of the window, watching him plummet into The Hole.

“Humanity happened to me, old man.”

He cackled maniacally and turned to the ominous creature standing at the rear of the room.

“Come, Lucion.We have work to undo.”