There have been quite a few twists in this story, have there not? This Cartel Hopkins is a very, very interesting human I must say.
Even though there have been countless instances of things not going according to his plan, he has always been able to come up with a solution to the problems he faced. He is definitely going to be in this game of wits for a very long time.
That said though, while she has been beaten down for now, I of all people know that Deus ex machina is going to bounce back. She is going to find a way to turn things around. And when she does, it'll be pretty amusing to see how Cartel reacts.
As for our protagonist-complex idiot, he seems to have taken Cartel's side. Not surprising seeing as how much he detests Deus and her actions. Still, I wonder if he would completely stay on Cartel's side or not. He is a pretty complex person after all.
The second strangest mortal in the universe, the Demigoddess Roswaisa, seems to be doing rather well for herself. She has teamed up with Danny, another very important person in this whole charade, and they seem to be quite a capable team. Not the best team though. Without Irium in it, they kinda feel incomplete.
But anyway, these five seem to be at the center of the madness that is going on right now on Frost.
There are many others who have been affected by things that have happened and many who are involved in it to a much greater extent than normal people. One obvious example for this is Niviks. He is deeply involved with this whole thing. And yet, he is not a core player of this game. The five of them stand at the center and are and will constantly clash with each other.
In various corners of the universe, many forces stand in wait for when their turn to be involved in this charade will come. But for now, it's just these five.
As for me, well, I am bored so I decided I'd comment on the whole situation and whatnot.
Seriously, Gods these days have literally nothing fun to do. Or shall I say nothing fun left to do?
I tried to get into all sorts of things over these years. As a result, I have become an unbeatable champion at every single game, sport, video game, etc. I have also read every single book, graphic or text, in the universe. I have seen every single movie and television show on not just Earth but the entire universe.
And I have grown tired of all of those things. The only thing I haven't grown tired of is seeing these amusing mortals who keep trying to do things that, normally, shouldn't be done. One of them keeps trying to play god, other keeps trying to replace her as one, one tries to change the past, one is lost for a purpose and is just going with the flow and one is learning to deal with the huge responsibility on his shoulder.
While I can find these things in fiction, it gets superfluous after a while when reading it in a fiction. But, as I am seeing these mortals in real life, it remains decently entertaining at the very least. And it's probably the only pastime I have left.
"I almost feel sorry for you, almost." And suddenly, one of the three friends who live inside my memories says so.
"Why almost? What would it take for you to really feel sorry for me?" I ask.
"There's probably nothing that will really make me feel sorry for you." He answers. "After all, the idea of feeling sorry for the God himself just doesn't feel right to me."
Hey, that's Godism!
"In any case, why are you here?" I ask.
"Who knows? I am a figment of YOUR imagination. If anyone should know the answer to that question, you should."
He's right. For whatever reason, my mind is showing him to me. It's my mind that's responsible for it. And so, it's something I should know the reason for myself.
"By the way, God," He says, "a lot of people are going to die on Frost if you let things continue as they are."
"Yes, that does seem to be the case." I say. "But is that enough of a reason for me to intervene?"
"I never told you to intervene. All I am saying is that a lot of people are going to die. The thought of intervention is yours – completely."
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He's not wrong. I feel an urge to intervene in this matter. I know I shouldn't, and I wouldn't. But, this … this urge to do it – it's the one part of my humanity that is still left inside me.
And while my sadness died a long time ago, this fact makes me want to feel sad.
"Well, to be completely honest," He says, "If you do break your vow and intervene, it's not like any repercussions will happen against you. I mean, let's face it: We are all dead, and no one alive can even put a scratch on you. You can do whatever the hell you want."
"Don't tempt me!" I inadvertently yell. He shuts up as hears that and I can only barely hear a smirking laugh.
I won't do it. No matter how much I am tempted to do it, I won't do it. I made a vow and I will keep to it. Even if there wouldn't be any repercussions on the outside, I would die from the inside if I let all my past go to waste by interfering when not necessary.
Therefore, no matter bored I get or no matter how much I want to change things, I won't interfere with the affairs of the mortals. That is the vow I made when I was a mortal, and keeping that vow is the only reason for me to keep on existing.
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