I loved God too much. When he created us, Michael and I. He told us to love him with all our being, and our brothers and sisters as well, but nothing more than He. For He is our Father.
He then asked us to worship and bow to the flawed imperfections that murdered, and hated. Caused destruction. Violent monsters. To love them more than Him.
I refused to love anything more than my Father, and for that, I was punished. Is that really fair?