Zaphrael spent his childhood years in a monastery beneath the temple.Despite their low rank,her parents were much beloved,deeply pious clerics.Even as a child,he wasn't fond of playing games,instead preferring to remain quietly in the company of the statue of a goddess.He would hide away .behind it,tucked into the corner,caught up in his own little world.Hiding away behind that statue,little Zaphrael would often hear the prayers of believers.Back then,he couldn't understand why grown-ups had so many troubles. Once he had grown up, he began to understand. Much of what people asked for were wishes and desires that they had no other way to fulfil. To these people, it didn't matter if you were a deity or a demon - all that mattered was having that wish fulfilled, and whoever fulfilled it would be the one to whom the people bowed and worshipped.
