I sighed, my eyes fixed on the calm ocean of Beach City. The salty air brushed gently against my skin, and the comforting sound of the waves matched the breathing of a sad woman. The coastal sun was cold beneath its warm light.
Lately, I hadn't been feeling as well as I thought I would. Yes, I'd insulted and spoken some blunt truths to an alien goddess who happened to be the mother of a close friend, but I didn't feel good about it. Not so much because I'd made her see her situation as I saw it, but because I'd let my emotions run wild in that interaction. And the fact that I hadn't called her out over Spinel made me more angry at myself than anything else. I still believe I'm right, but… perhaps I shouldn't have been so direct? Or maybe I shouldn't have used so much power in that conversation, you know? She'd already feared me before, and now I'd not only frightened her more, but probably angered and saddened her as well. Honestly, I don't know. Given how impulsive she was portrayed in the show, maybe… but this isn't the show. Here, the characters that were once just images in a story meant for people's enjoyment were now real or at least real to me so odds are Rose hates me. Which is fine, as long as she doesn't try anything funny.
Haaa… truth is, today I didn't feel like doing anything. But when I saw the pile of messages from the others about watching horror movies, I couldn't really refuse. It's not like I had anything better to do right now, apart from research and keeping the angels' work running.
At this point, nothing really mattered. I could just amuse myself inside my bubble of reality, but honestly, omnipotence even when confined to that place is, at best, boring. Nothing stops you from doing something beyond yourself… but what do you actually do with all that power? It's not as if it helps you uncover the hidden truths behind this material reality. Eventually, boredom begins to weigh on you when you hold nearly everything in the palm of your hand.
"I suppose life needs a few problems along the way because if you get everything the instant you want it, what's the point? Wouldn't it just be a matter of demanding and demanding like some spoiled child, until you tire of your toys sooner rather than later?" I sighed again no idea how many times today. Thinking about things like this wasn't my forte. Better to keep myself busy until nightfall. I didn't want to find out what I might do if I started longing for things that would never be.
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I watched the three great angels going about their tasks. Had I created them a few days ago, or… eons ago? I honestly didn't know. Time has no place in this space entirely outside the laws of material reality. Not that it mattered right now I'd synchronized this place's time with the real world. The last thing I needed was more time for my mind to drift into useless places like sadness. I just wanted… something to do? Hell, I didn't even know what I wanted. Annoying doesn't even begin to cover it.
I dropped my sentimental nonsense and turned my attention to the angel of knowledge Uriel. He looks adorable, but that's just a trick; he's nothing but pure, unfiltered information taking a comprehensible form based on the concepts I gave him. Not that I can judge I'm the reality we're standing in, so a being made of information isn't that strange. You know what he likes? Watching human couples. And not just in the "they're having sex" sense the whole package: silly drama, cheesy romance, all of it.
Yeah, I know you know that I know what you're thinking, you little brat addicted to romantic drama. But I'm not going to scold you. Everyone deserves a hobby even if it's watching soft porn.
Then I turned to Metatron. He was… well, guarding this reality bubble always stoic, yet unable to stay still, pacing back and forth endlessly, even with nothing to fight. At least, that's when he isn't arranging the impossible fractals of his shield. He knows they'll never be perfectly ordered because I made them from disconnected fractals. Why? Infinity. Honestly, I don't remember, but it had something to do with entropy being the universe's favorite kind of infinity.
It's oddly endearing, watching him get frustrated trying to find the right combination, only to realize the last reference point has drifted somewhere he didn't expect. Still, he seems to enjoy trying over and over like Sisyphus, except he stops to admire the beauty of the scattered stars in his shield, remembering nothing has to be perfect.
Leaving behind the family's stoic one and the voyeurism addict, I focused on the only woman I'd made Azazel. There's irony in her being the angel of death: she doesn't like seeing people die. I think that's because she's a woman nah, kidding. I know she just dislikes guiding souls beyond this reality… because there is no "beyond." Only the eternal dream of the soul, nothing more. It's a bit sad, really how your job is to put someone to sleep when they aren't at peace with themselves or the world. And yet contradicting what I just said she actually loves her job. See? Women. Who understands them? Even as a nearly omniscient being, I doubt I ever will.
In the end… what are they, if not things I made simply because I could? I suppose, in a way, I'm just laughing at something I created out of boredom.