I am God.
I am the newest Power amongst the Powers. The mechanisms that drive this pale, pretty world have turned and clinked and worked in their magical symphony to birth the rarest and most awesome being it has any words or poetry for—Me.
The forests and streams and sun and stars and winds and howling things and snarling things and chittering things and silent standing briars and cold stoic stones all live their lives and give their essence to Me.
I hear their prayers in their kind. I deem them good.
The towers bend and droop lower and lower each year as supplication to My righteous benevolence. They live on, howling in the storms that come, because I give them that life. It is my gift. This playground is home. Home to God.
But, My great groaning garden is not without weeds. Evil creatures come. Horrid, violent, blind little creatures have come—and in My judgment I have found them undeserving of this paradise. My paradise. I have given them to My subjects and My most loyal followers. Sometimes to the spiders, My finest soldiers. Sometimes to the blights, My eyes and ears. Sometimes to the elements, My lovers the thunder and the rain and the lightening and the drought and the tempest and the floods—My many consorts that caress Me with their trials and bid Me endure their passion.
And I do.
I love them and their harshness loves Me.
And the horrid things die, for they are not Gods. They cannot know the love, they cannot survive the divine punishment My paramours deliver. The Great Sun has burned them. The Bold Winter has frozen them. The world itself is My wife and husband and the small things cannot survive his/her jealousy.
I sleep and dream. I dream. I dream.
My dreams are green. They are green. And I bring them to the small creatures of the world, I bring them my gospel—and it is blood and decay. It is beautiful, and they pluck out their eyes for that beauty.
Something has come to My garden. Some new small thing… things. They come. I see them. I see them. I smell them. I lay. I wait. I will bring them My being. They will fall prostrate. They will cry and weep and I will love them. And their pain will prove their loyalty.
I am excited. I cannot know the awe they will feel when they realize they have entered into the lands of God and found Him here to bless and hate and love them.
Hello, small creatures.
One of them is like so many of the others. It is female. It smells afraid. It is good that it is. But it speaks and I hate its words, it speaks My tongue badly and the words of Gods are not fit for the mouth of elves. It is displeasing me. I will show the rest the power in My hand, I will eat her delicate hands firs—…
…oh, teasing winds you have brought an other! An other! An other to My paradise! It smells eager. Its eagerness is pleasing and I am aroused by its want. It was power, it wants patronage—it wants God. To serve and love and be one with My great works. I am pleased. So pleased. It… he… he will know my terror and pain and love and hate and joy and gifts and curses an—…
…a bastard with them? A bastard! A bastard! A bastard! A bastard! I will only kill it. It deserves My hatred. It is of the line of Great Beasts! It is unworthy of My heaven and undeserving even of the limbo outside its walls! But, quiet… the other… friends, perhaps? No matter, I am a benevolent God and will not make My other endure the death and screams of his friend.
I will kill the bastard tonight and spare My other that pain. And bring him new pains to sup on. Forever. And ever. Always. Ever. Ever. Ever.
Bleed for Me other. Oh, bleed! And bleed the rest! Yes! You are My prophet, you will bring My greatness to all that walk and crawl and fly and you will bring them pain and love. You will bring Me humble citizens for My heaven.
The blood is Mine. And Mine. And Mine.
Why? Why betray Me? Our ages together and you play the part of My nemesis!? Together over these centuries and eons! I am your God! Your God! Your God!
The skulking one. The liar. I vomit My children upon him and he screams. He is terrified and his death will be as green as My dreams. Flee and run!
I will cleanse My paradise of your treachery! And other will see his friends die. And I smell their fear! It is strong and thick and musky.
I take no pleasure in your deaths, little traitors. None! It is a great judgment I bestow on you and you will thank Me with your dying breathes.
I feel My own blood wash down from a sickly hole in My chest… I am in pain. I am in pain. I am bleeding.
They press Me.
They swarm Me.
I take wing. I embrace My lover, the sky! Shield Me, love! Protect Me! Wrap Me in your divine presence and give Me shelter from these horrid things!
Why are you not—
Deafening. Explosion. What? Ringing? Where? I cannot die! I cannot die!
Again… Explosion? I feel warm. I feel light.
I am falling?
The forest below rises quickly and kisses Me with its leaves and branches. It tells Me to calm Myself. It tells Me… I cannot feel My…
Why is the world darkening? Where am I? Where is My heaven?
Gods do not die this wa—