"It is all too easy to look at them and see only predators, monsters in human skin, if that. But setting thieves to catch thieves has so often succeeded, brother; the method's timelessness proves its success. After all, how many old things would stick around if they did not excel in some way? Look at us.

And now...look at them. Moulded from the clay that is men. Those with the spirits of beasts were moulded by the world itself, and that, we think, is all the evidence we need to prove they were intended as a defence against those who would take it. After all, their blood and flesh, like those of the blood drinkers', is proof against those invaders baleful machines. Is it any wonder, then, that they reproduce so well with mankind's help?

As for those who bend the world to their will... it has a plan there too, we are sure."

-on weres, vampires and witches;

"Children of a lonely mother. Is it any wonder so many of them would become uncaring when their progenitor is callous at best, and shamelessly cruel at worst? The fact any would extend a helping hand to man, brother, is one of those miracles people mistakenly call small."

-on elementals;

"Make no mistake, Gabriel: mankind has been less gentle to its world than it could've been, but promising to wipe them out if the world's steward does not cull a chosen number is no solution.

She - it - is still worshipped as a goddess. You remember the type...one of those deities who were praised and prayed to in hopes they would be appeased, more than because they were loved. Our father used to be like that.

And while the world threatens its teeming children with annihilation, the destroyers of worlds gather in the void, marshalling their machines and slaves, bending their sciences to the task of breaking it apart, and wondering if this strange sphere deserves more of their attention."

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-on Gaia;

"From the void they come, on ships with hearts of flame, yet their minds are as cold as their hearts. They are man's first nightmares of invaders from beyond the stars, twisting flesh and minds alike in the pursuit of conquest. They make machines of humans, and their unseen engines can overcome even the bodies of beings beyond nature.

And yet...their goals, if they can be called that, seem so petty, do they not, brother? Conquering and amassing resources so they can conquer more? You would think an empire that has plied the stars for so many ages, and uncovered more of the cosmos' workings than man, would be of a loftier mind.

Ah, Gabriel...too many humans balk in horror at them, or sell their humanity in the vain hope they will be first among their slaves, instead of asking themselves if this is their future."

-on the Vorsook;

"Fey of mind and stony of heart; we are sure you would recognise them, brother, even without our help. Even if they dabble in the shaping of flesh more than "our" Fae. Too many of them are the same beasts leading beasts, stealing children, siblings and parents, tearing apart lives and families with equal disdain.

And yet, we wonder: they nearly exhausted Fairie's greatest elementals against the Vorsook when they first came. The aliens were repelled, and weapons of Black Frost forged in their image, but now, there is little to ward them off. When the Fae's eyes turn towards Earth and its wealth of elementals, will they come cap in hand to the species they have tormented for ages, or will they try to infiltrate mankind or force it to its knees?"

-on the Fae;