Intro:

***3000 years later

Father: "COUGH, COUGH, COUGH, COUGH, COUGH!"

Angel 1: "Oh my, father, are you ok?"

Father: "I'm fine, my son. I just need to catch my breath. Please, leave me be. I must rest in my chambers."

Angel 1: "He's gotten worse don't you think?"

Angel 2: "Yes. His health is declining greatly."

Angel 1: "What should we do?"

Angel 2: "What can we do? There's only one of us that can help father?"

Angel 1: "Well, then let's pray he can still live up to his name."

Angel 1,2: "Please, help father and restore his spirit to the purity it once was. For you are the hope and salvation of his being, the crutch to bear his weight. Angis, it is the driving force in god, as god is the life that dwells within you. God bless you Angis, and let god guide you. God bless."

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Angis: "Father please, you must reconsider! Your spirit has decade far too much for you to sit idly by and do nothing. Your helpers are worried. I'm worried. For god's sake listen to me!"

God: "Do not use my name in vain. I can assure you that I'm in good health... cough, cough, COUGH, COUGH, COUGH! Uh... well mostly."

Angis: "Father please, you are sick, which is very strange because you are a divine being. Such an occurrence is not possible, unless... your followers have stopped believing in you. Tell me father, what is happening to our followers? Have they forsaken you?"

God: "Huh, that's quite a bold question, Angis."

Angis: "It is, but it's my job as Angis to look after you and aid you in any way I can, so of course I'd take this job seriously. So, my hunch was correct? There is something going on that you haven't told me?"

God places his hand on Angis's shoulder.

God: "Angis, I gave you that title not just because you would take it seriously, but because I believe you to be my worthy angel."

Angis: "Please father, you need not praise me."

God: "I've lived and watched over you all as my children, helping you all as you fell down. Watching you laugh and cry as time went on."

Angis: "Yes, and those times were indeed wonderful, and it is my hope that one day we can return to those times and you can watch over us again."

God: "Perhaps, but I think it's time for this old body to be laid to rest and I pass the title of God to someone worthy of it."

Angis: "What are you saying? You can't simply hand down your title of God. You are God, father of creation. That title can only be carried by you and you alone.

Father: "No, not for long. I need a successor before my time is up. Angis, I need you to become my successor."

Angis: "Father, do you mean to tell me..."

God: "Yes Angis, this god all you loyal angels served for hundreds of millennials, is dying."

Angis: "My god, why didn't you inform me of this?"

God: "Because it was not to be of concern."

Angis: "How?"

Father: "Hmm?"

Angis: "Tell me, how did this happen?"

Angis clenches his fist in frustration.

God: "It happened some hundred years ago. I went down to Earth and signed the decree with my followers centuries ago. They couldn't sustain themselves without my presence, but I couldn't continue to grant their wishes. So, we had to make a deal."

Angis: "The decree?"

God: "Yes. It states that no dweller of the realm of Nirvana may enter or influence the mortal realm."

Angis: "So that's why you called me up without warning. But why did you take away my Looking Glass?"

God: "By simply gazing into another realm, some of your aura is transported their. How do you think the connection is made?"

Angis: "I see. And by gazing at the mortal realm, we'd break the decree."

God: "You catch on quick. I'd expect nothing less. Anyway, the humans needed to learn how to live without my divine intervention, so I made us disappear. But it wasn't just for them, I needed time to replenish my strength. But, even though we left them alone for hundreds of years, I shouldn't be this weak. I should still have plenty of followers to sustain myself, but it appears that is not the case."

Angis: "What do you think happened down there? Do you think your followers have forsaken you as well?"

God: "I don't know, but I have a hunch that we're about to find out."

Angis: "What are you going to do?"

God: "Let's just say I need to speak with an old friend. Gather everyone into the main hall. I'll be there soon to explain the situation to them once I get some answers.

Angis: "Are you leaving father?"

God: "Yes. If my hunch is correct, then I've failed as a god, and it's likely that soon we may be face with a dangerous fight."