Sister
"So basically," Armi said, staring up. "There's nothing we can do about it?"
Earth had been abducted. And almost all earthlings with it.
The abductors were a special race of aliens. One of the only type three civilization in the known universe. The smartest, most advanced being in the universe; the Arachans. They had everything they could ever desire. They could warp space and time and even change destiny. They could create life or destroy it. They could rule the universe.
They had everything.
But if they had everything, then how come they were doing something so petty as to kidnap another species?
Hardly anyone had an answer. The only possible thing to an answer they could come up with was something so ridiculous, no one dared to utter.
"It would appear so," said the demon boy. No, he wasn't a boy at this point, but rather a man. Chestnut hair, a boyish smile with a flamboyant butler style suit.