you're immortal more-or-less. you really should get with the times. it's beneficial.
everyone is my plaything. well, except nephilim. disgusting creatures.
at what point does making the same mistakes century after century stop becoming learning and start becoming self harm? tripping over pride and drowning in greed.
and people have the audacity to ask where their gods have gone.
it's not the universe that's complex, it's the staggering fickleness of the creatures who inhabit it.
( the mocking glint in His eye evaporated into a cold steely gaze that locked onto His favored child. He felt the guilt. He felt the guilt daily. )
locking Amara away was like amputating a part of myself. and when her darkness started to bleed into you i wasn't —
blind to it. i just didn't want to see it. ( the heavy truth was that He broke his sister because He was lonely and He broke His child because He was afraid. He built a billion little distractions to avoid watching the two beings He loved the most turn into monsters. He —







