"I am Prometheus—I am You."
Sylvester looked at the mysterious being before him. Much different from a regular Eldritch God, this appeared more in tune with a humanoid being. Other than having a cosmic body consisting of black matter and celestial objects, his shape was completely identical to his.
"Me?" He asked him. The little introduction had sounded a bit too strange. "I am Sylvester."
"No, you are Johnathan Colt Westerling," the entity replied.
By now, Sylvester had gotten so used to every powerful creature mentioning his previous name that it didn't shock him. Intrigued, yes, but in this case, he really wasn't. For a creature able to travel between spaces, that knowledge wasn't shocking.
"Both in my case. What about you, Prometheus—one of the Titans, the supreme trickster, the God of Fire?" Sylvester questioned him back regarding his name. "Here to steal my fire and give it to those two?"
