Everything has been going fine so far. We've saved universes. Defeated enemies. Converted enemies too. Honestly, we've been doing great.
And now we should be resting. No, He should be resting. Feet up. Eyes closed. Enjoying the reward of eons of cosmic babysitting.
But there He goes again... creating a new world.
~ Because of course He is. Why nap when you can rearrange reality? ~
I can't understand. Why?
We were just supposed to pass through this dark dimension like we have with dozens of others - zip zap, float on through, fwoosh, done.
But nope.
Halfway in, He suddenly turns like someone paused His cosmic playlist, squints into the infinite darkness, and says "…I see."
~ You see what?! There's NOTHING to see! ~
And ever since that moment, we've been stuck here.
Every. Single. Day. He sends out a split of His will - like He's on some kind of Easter egg hunt—in the DARK DIMENSION.
I repeat: The. Dark. Dimension.
There is NOTHING here. No land, No places, Not even time, It's like staring into a screensaver made by an existential crisis. Just dark.
And yet... He sends it into this void every single day.
E-v-e-r-y-d-a-y.
Like He's going to find a Starbucks in there.
It's just... too much already
AND!!!
I have to emphasize this part.
He even used a WORD here!
Not just "hey let's light up the place" kind of word.
A Word.
A divine, command, the-universe Word.
He stood up dramatically like He was on stage, pointed at the nothing, and said:
"Let there be [-LIGHT-]!"
Not gonna lie, my soul did a backflip at the grand appearance when He said that, then it sunk in, what He just did.
This isn't some magic flashlight trick, okay?
Even I can make light, but mine fizzles out in like five seconds.
His? Permanent, Glorious, Fundamental, it's worth beyond measure.
We're in a Dark Dimension, where literally nothing exists, and He just drops a Word and boom! A full-blown universe happens.
From nothing.
Do you know how mind-melting that is?
I wanted to curl up, cry, and apply for early retirement.
That's how valuable a Word is.
His word, once spoken, not even He can take it back.
But if that were it, I wouldn't still be crawling in this madness.
This new universe—this Lowly Universe, started functioning.
Planets. Stars. A WHOLE cosmic operating system just booted up from scratch.
Oh, and He casually created Time too.
Because why not?
Let me break this down:
One day to me?
That's like billions of days in that universe.
The Void Universe is speedrunning existence.
It's exhausting just watching it.
Like trying to supervise a toddler who turns into a grown man the moment you blink
But all that? Still not the real issue.
My Lord visits that universe every single day.
Focused on one planet, He:
changed the air,
separated the waters,
made land,
grew forests,
planted fruits that somehow taste like joy itself,
and spawned self-sustaining ecosystems.
Creatures emerged - on land, in water, and in the skies.
Flying fish. Barking frogs. Possibly even talking pineapples. I don't know anymore.
A blessing beyond comprehension.
Sometimes, we go there just to play.
It's like a divine playground.
But today…
He did something again, and I haven't been able to get a hold of myself since.
...............
Earlier that day
The world felt hushed, as if holding its breath. Colors danced across the air, soft and fluid, like the memory of a dream refusing to fade. Light shimmered in slow, deliberate waves, bending gently as if swaying to a rhythm only eternity could hear. Shadows clung to nothing in particular, drifting lazily as if unsure of where to belong. There was a weightless calm, timeless and endless, suspended in golden stillness.
A sudden motion split the serenity. A ball of light streaked across the sky, racing over vast distances in mere seconds—a comet of brilliance cutting through the fabric of space.
It came to a sudden halt before a colossal golden structure, its surface adorned with intricate, ever-shifting designs. Like a mountain wrought from divine will, the structure rose impossibly high, its peak lost beyond sight, blurring into a veil that seemed to separate existence itself. It stretched endlessly across the horizon, an unyielding wall that denied both entry and understanding. Before it, the radiant orb appeared no larger than a speck of dust in comparison.
The light around the orb flickered and pulsed, its radiance gradually dimming until it collapsed inward, leaving behind a glowing ring that hovered gently above an outstretched hand. In the place where the sphere once floated now stood a figure ethereal, and awe-inspiring. The ring shimmered softly on their open palm, casting subtle halos of light that danced along their form. Though undeniably charismatic, the being defied all attempts at definition, their presence was overwhelming in its grace, yet no single feature could be grasped or remembered. With serene purpose, the figure stepped forward, reaching out toward the structure before them.
"I pray for an audience with the Blessed Voice" they said, voice calm and resonant.
As the hand withdrew, a faint glow lingered where it had touched—an outline etched in light. The glow intensified, crawling upward along the structure's face like divine circuitry. A deep, harmonious hum reverberated through the air.
Then, a voice, immense and echoing spoke from within the golden edifice.
"Angel. Betake thyself to the chancel. Thy presence is awaited."
From the point of contact, the structure began to part, splitting with monumental slowness. The sides moved away from each other in perfect symmetry. From a distance, it might be mistaken for a gate opening, but could a gate be built on such an impossible scale?
"Please, excuse me" the angel said softly, as their form was once more enveloped in the light and in a flash, the being was gone—racing toward a distant building crowned with a radiant ring that floated serenely above it.