I looked out over my domain, the heaven to which all my worlds lead. There were millions of new arrivals after someone destroyed an entire world. I still have no idea how a book from his domain arrived in a magicless world, but I assumed he'd sent some priests over to fuck with me.

Then there was the girl. I had just watched through her life to see what would make her do what she had, and even I cringed. She was the daughter of a rich baron who had been murdered when she was six, and then was forced to watch as her old savior had been tormented for not being a magical cure all. Even worse was what happened when she started leading small sermons, as she was forced to listen to men laugh about raping and killing at seven.

Even still, none of that justified what she did, nor did anything that happened after.

I stopped watching her story. I decided to send the head of my guard, Bartholomew, to speak with her and bring her to me.

Bart was a large man in life, but the kindest soul you could ever find. He also happened to be an Ouroborian, a dragon-like humanoid who had a second mouth on his tail, so he was kicked down by the humans of his world, and treated as trash. He was killed by a rampaging human supremacist at 20. The magic in his world worked oddly, as it only took effect after death, making those who died turn into angels or devils, based on the contents of their soul.

I liked that world.

Bart reached the girl as I was daydreaming.

"Hello young one," he said. "My name is Bartholomew. Our Lady would like to meet you"

"It seems I have been put in hell then," said Henrietta. "No less than I expected."

Bart, the kind soul he was, smiled at her and said, "No, child, you are in the highest of heavens, here to meet the highest of Gods."

"Oh, then God is a woman?"

"That she is child, that she is."

The two stopped talking, as Henrietta thought over Bart's words, and he began moving towards the gates. Henrietta ran to follow, moving as fast as she could to keep up.

It was a short journey, only one hundred meters, to my home. Perhaps home is too modest a term. It's more of a Manor, the kind that would have come from Henrietta's world had she not ended it. All gray stone with right angles and large, full wall windows.

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From the look on her face, I could tell the child was suprised by the colors of my home, but I am not a pure white being as scripture says. Gods have the wings and beauty that legends and myths say, but our coloration is that given to demons by nature. We are red, black, grey, or sometimes blue. I built my home to model what we are.

I sent a message to Bartholomew to let the girl in, and she seemed suprised when he pulled out a cellphone, something else that would have come from her world, later on.

Bart didn't reply, but opened the gate and began walking up the stepped path to the front door. Again, Henrietta rushed to follow.

As Bart puled open the door and stood to the side to let the girl in, I slid down the railing on the stairs up with a large smile on my face.

"Good evening, motherfucker! I am the God presiding over many of the known worlds, including yours, Jealousy!" I hopped off with a bow, waiting for the girl to begin struggling to stand like all the other unrefined human souls to come into my presence, even though I should have expected she wouldn't.

She didn't budge. If anything, she looked more at ease than ever, though a little confused.

"What? Didn't expect your god to act like someone from the future of your world?"

"The future? Wouldn't you represent something more along the lines of the current point in history of the world?" asked Henrietta, completely unphased.

"I do! That planetary death spell you let out was sealed for about half a millenia, and so was your soul. Some random guys on an oil rig hit the sealing script on the book, and realeased it. The chances should have been one in about eight million, but they still did it!" I said cheerfully, trying to hide the anger I held for this girl. "You see, your eyes make you nearly immune to godly auras, and they stick with you in any lifetime. You also had your soul changed by that book, so now you can withstand all of our power, and begin to think against your creators more than before.

"What does that mean for me then?"

"It means you're not going to want to worship me anymore. And that means I need to get you away from me."

I was still pissed at this lady who had ended one of my oldest worlds. But she didn't need to know that. "I'll send you to a new world, where you won't be able you remember me, or any of this. I'm going to give you some knowledge of the language and vernacular of your new home. It's actually the same as the future's from your home." I tapped her head, and erased her meomories of this conversation as well I could, and imparted the new language.

"Bart, send her to her new world. Mark her soul as a heretic, and make it obvious. She sided with him at the end, so it is with his she shall live. Make her whatever race you want, but not human, so she feels a the pain of her world's hatred. She will die to save this world, however it may happen."

"Yes, my Lady."

I turned from him, the grey color on my skin falling away to reveal the gold color of a True Diefic being, not the half breeds color I told Henrietta about.

"Oh Bart."

"Yes?"

"Let her soul keep the power of the eyes."

Henrietta was no longer dead.