89 God And His Three Friends (1/2)

I don't know how many years has it been since I became god. Likewise, I don't know how many years has it been since I created Angels and Demons. Back then, I threw away all the mechanisms that governed the world and created my own. But now, as I watch Dues ex machina, one of my creations, trying to throw away both the races, I wonder if the old system was better.

”Won't you stop it?” a voice of someone who does not exist anymore asks me so. It is the voice of someone who was a friend to me.

”Why would I stop it?” I ask that voice, despite knowing that it nothing more than a figment of my imagination.

”Well, Dues is trying to destroy all Angels and Demons. Aren't those two races your most proud creations?” He asks.

”Well, they definitely are. But, I have to be impartial and accept changes.”

And so, I would stay impartial and accept this change too.

”I see. But still, wouldn't it hurt you to see your greatest achievements being destroyed like that?” He asks.

”Yes, that may happen. But, merely feeling sad is not enough reason for me to interfere with their affairs, is it now?”

”No, it's not.” Another voice that is just a figment of my imagination comes and says, ”You made a vow to let things play out as they do unless a threat that wipes out humanity comes. And this is not a threat that wipes out humanity.”

”Yes, I know that very well.” I say. As soon as this voice came, the previous one disappeared and I doubt it will come again unless this one leaves. That's how it always is. I guess even projections of my own mind have limits. Or these two personas just don't like each other. Knowing the past, it's probably the latter.

”Hey, tell me.” He says, ”You decided to transcend from a human to a god and become someone who sees over humans, protecting them whenever they really need to be.”

”Yes, that is why I am god these days.” I say in a slightly joking voice. But, he continues in a very serious one,

”Do you regret choosing to do this?”

”I don't, not at all.” Though, if I were to be honest, it is a pretty boring task.

”Hah! You really don't feel regret over it?” He says, ”That's quite admirable. I guess you really were the savior of the world. Despite the differences we had when we were alive, looking at how you have seen over humans for these many years without trying to back out even once, I can't deny that you are a hero.”

Oh! How I wish the real you, not just a projection of my brain but the real you who died long ago could tell me that! But, that is impossible. Even for God, that is impossible.

”Wanting to see us all again?” Another voice comes, this time of a woman. And just like before, the second one disappears.