It is a grotesque and massive act of blasphemy against God, done with love for Her.

Under my direction it grows and is "fed". Only through the strictest of controls is it kept mindless.

But even without a mind, the hunger it radiates is palpable. A great and awful Oak, slumbering in winter. The vitality within waits to burst forth as soon as the snow melts.

The sins of the past, the present, and the future will be placed within it. Within me. And we will devour it, and ourselves.

Endlessly.

-The High Angel

Well don't say it like that! Maybe more like... "WATCH OUT DEMONS, WE ARE GONNA EAT YOU ALL UP! YUM YUM!"

-Ms. Ferret