A god and a deity sat across from another in cushy chairs, with nothing but a black void surrounding them. "Donovan..." the deity muttered under his breath, holding a dossier in front of him. "IQ sits at 197. Started off his career by solving the Yang–Mills existence and mass gap problem by accident in class..." He frowned, "...earning a sizable amount more after his professor attempted to pass it off as his own work. Dabbled in Law at the same time as his first PHD as a result." He continued, "Ten PHD's under his belt by age 25. Dabbled in social sciences and psychology after a rather bad falling out with his family as well, though none extended to past a bachelors. Death..." The god across from him gave them a pointed look. "...irrelevant." "It's the best candidate so far, in my opinion. Have you decided?" Spoke an indifferent voice that sat across from him. He wore a simple toga that extended to his knees. The deity wasn't out of place either, wearing an ordinary collared shirt and slacks. The wizened old mage had clung to them even now; a creature comfort. All in all, he looked more fit for battles of pen and paper than that of politics between those of unrivaled power. Though, going through leaflets upon leaflets of interviews was rather on-brand for him. Said wizened old mage put his hand up to his scruffy chin, pondering a few others worth using in the millions of other candidates he'd observed thus far, before nodding, bearing into him with a determined gaze. "I have."  The office worker then stood up before extending his hand to him. "With this, I believe your debt is paid."  They stood up in turn and took their hand smiling, "Indeed. I hope you're satisfied with the result. After everything that happened, this was an unexpected request..."  The aged office worker just responded with a sad smile, one that betrayed itself with decades of pondering behind it, "He'll fare much better than I. Is everything ready?" "Yes. With that, I suppose all there is left to say is... good luck." He disappeared with not a flash, but merely the hiss of air rushing to fill his place, leaving him alone in the empty void. Gods aren't much for goodbyes, he supposed. Though, even that was perhaps one of the more dignified farewells he's recieved.  He sighed into that void. "So do I, Hermes, so do I."  He sat back down, and on a whim, pulled a wine glass from thin air, taking a sip. He then promptly spat it out with an expression of unparalleled self-recrimination, staining his white shirt crimson. Whatever touched the void simply ceased to be, rather than staining any surfaces. "Did I just forget that I hate wine? Now the mood's ruined..." He paused a moment, before looking towards the middle distance with a steely gaze, still lounging in his chair. "Oh, well, I suppose it's about time for it to start anyway." The heavens did not shake. They did not do anything. And yet, pure intent made itself clear. What the heavens did, was seethe. -Look at the tags for some hints as to what we have in store, here.On hiatus, technically. I've decided to release the first 20 chapters all at once, once they're done and by that point I'll have figured out the name. I have some cool ideas for the cover this time, incorporating AI imaging software, photoshop, and some other stuff. Expect them to come out in 1-2 months, and after that, a chapter per week. Don't touch that dial, folks.The current name is a placeholder, feel free to give suggestions as you read.