The ball of black good transformed back to it's actual form: a humanoid with no facial features, just like the ones he uses To move, 6 arms, 2 legs.
"How did I do boss?" Asked the creature nervously.
you were great azathoth. I replied.
That's right, plot twist that nobody could expect, he was working with me all along!
My sort of new creation (that I named azathoth, after the strongest eldritch being in H.P. Lovecraft's stories, or at least that is where I know it from, I don't know if it has another meaning), is the "end game boss" that I created for the heros.
"So... Boss i know that I shouldn't ask any questions, but I can't help but ask: why do you intentionally want me to destroy your own creation?"
First, I never said you shouldn't ask any questions, second, let me ask YOU a question. Why does anyone do anything?
"Umm.... Well, I guess... To complete their goals I guess?"
and why does anybody have goals to begin with?
"Because you gave them a purpose and thus a reason to exist?"
No- well, I guess I did, indirectly by creating everything, but the question is more about why do living beings have goals, from eating to building a family, from instincts to dreams as children for what they will be when they grow up, do you get what I mean?
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"Umm..... no, not really".
Oh yes, I seem to have forgotten you were created to do a specific task, weren't you? *Sigh* well, I guess I can explain. You see, people do what they do for many reasons.
Most do things to feel accomplished. I heard it's a feeling that lasts much longer then momentary happiness.
Speaking of which, the reason people eat unhealthy food, or play games, is for happiness, and entertainment, that lasts for a short while. I mean, if you were created simply to do something as effectively as possible, why do you even live? well, I'm sure people have Their reason, but the reason most fear death besides survival instincts is that, if they die they won't be able to feel the pleasures of, well, living.
well, that is unless you get into religion but I really don't want to speak of this, as it will get very complicated and embarrassing very quickly, as I do not have a realm for the dead to wonder like many religions in my universe say. Besides, it will be mean to the religions back at earth too.
anyway, the point I'm trying to make with all this philosophy crap is that we live for entertainment and accomplishment. That applies to me as well. But, as I am a god, I really don't have anything to do.
So call me sadistic all you want, but I believe this is much better then playing monopoly with Asriel.
"okay... So, let me get this straight. You created a massive galaxy, filled to the brim with trillions of living beings, most of which you don't even care about, and then you created 9 celestial guardians that have about half the power of your regular guardians-
and I gave them the ability to absorb each other as well If they can defeat one another!
"and then you set up a bunch of conflicts that can quite possibly destroy all of this, just for your personal entertainment?!"
You realize things at an impressive rate, excellent job!
"*sigh* Very well boss, I shall do as you say, not like I have a choice or anything..."
fantastic! Now then, I have some business to attend to. See you!