As the ray if patience subsided, pieces of grey squirmed and flew around one another like fishes in water, sticking to one another and forming back into their original shape.
"You impudent brat...! Did you think you could kill me with this?! As long as people believe in me, I am immortal!" spat the control god as his whole shape shifted wildly.
"As I should have expected, you are a cockroach" remarked Wrath as she placed the sword on her back again.
"I guess Ingratitude's approached was a good one" she added afterward but the god of control didn't react at all, he didn't have a clue of anything that was going on below.
"Are you aware that us sins, have not seen a single opposing virtue?" she informed him.
"Now... What are you on about Wrath? All of them have been distributed to fitting people... All nine of them..." he responded with certainty.
With that said, Wrath didn't bother to respond and just turned around to leave.
"I hope... You don't think that I'll let you leave after that affront!" he spat, Wrath stopped for a moment and turned her head to glare at him, letting a bit of her wrath at him.
"Do you remember why I rebelled?" she asked as the temple all around them cracked.
"Back then, I still thought you to be the creator of everything, you claimed that just like you, your creations were perfect but I had descended multiple times and it was clear that they weren't as perfect as you thought or rather, claimed" the whole place around started falling to ruins the more she spoke.
"I rebelled to try and make you open your eyes on the fact that your creations were corrupted but as it turns out, you are nothing but a hack, a little meaningless deity like many other, you didn't create anything" the god of control didn't find the strength to cut her off.
"When I was lacking in memories, I found myself angered by them and by about anything related to the gods in general, my wrath was misplaced and misdirected, this is why I won't just massacre your believers to make you disappear" she said as she turned to face away.
"Aah, so-" the scam didn't get to hope for anything.
"I'll have you replaced, I just happen to know someone willing to take your seat" she said, showing, perhaps for the first time ever, a small smile.
As the whole tempe crumbled to the ground, leaving nothing but the weak god in the endless sea of clouds, which was darkened by blood and littered with the corpses of his last few angels.
Wrath sunk into the clouds and vanished from the short sight of the control god, leaving him alone with nothing else to do than to await his inevitable end.
"Impertinent child, I am not done" spoke the god in the emptiness of his domain.
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"What intense death force, It somehow feels like this could kill even an undead" remarked Vainglory as she stared into the center of the endlessly growing primeval rot.
"You feel that way because you aren't a pure undead by any means, you have an ego and ambitions beyond just killing life, so it is even showing hostility toward you" explained Theli as his whole being was focused on the pit of rot.
Such deep focus frim him was a bit unnerving to see, he was always paying attention to even the most meaningless of things, the primeval rot must be something that was beyond anything he had seen before.
Although, Vainglory suspected something else was weighting in, the rot seemed to have something strangely similar in nature with the man.
"Would you happen to have more ties with undeath than it appears?" she asked directly.
"Me? Absolutely not, I am a purebred Maxime Commune Homo Sapiens, say, Vainglory, would you be interested in hearing about my favorite theory of my own creation?" he responded, the skeletal sin was a bit taken aback by the sudden offer but accepted nonetheless, it should prove to be instructive.
"You know how there are a variety of species and sub-species in this world, right? Even undeads have variations classfied into different species" he started explaining and Vainglory just nodded her skull.
"They didn't all apear at the same time, one was the very first, which to you think that was?" he then asked, the dark flames in the lich's eyes flickered for a moment in thought.
"It is hard to say but that would be the world itself, wouldn't it?" she responded uncertain.
"Ah, that's a good answer but the world and its will don't quite count, most would think that it would be a random species of animals, the learned might say that it was microscopic life for its staggering simplicity but there are many 'worlds' and they all appear in a similar manner" he smiled a bit and started walking all around the pit of rot, weaving past the many undeads everywhere.
"The eldritch gods in the cosmos, and most importantly, the one in the center of it at nearly all times, Azathoth, his dreams always become reality, he is the one that creates every world, every alternate dimension and whatnot, he is the source of everything if one think about it" Vainglory wasn't certain where he was going with this but it didn't show thanks to her lack of face.
"So he also 'decides' what will first appear in a world, it doesn't actually needs to abide to the natural rules he might think of later or that might come with the actual birth of the world's will" he arrived next to Vainglory.
"In short, the first species to be born int his world were the Maxime Commune Homo Sapiens and everything else is just a shifting of its form and own attributes, meaning that any Maxime Commune Homo Sapiens is capable of the same thing as every other thing in existence and even better"
"That's also probably why we say 'humanoid', that last bit is not true at all but it always sounds good" he smiled as he finished his explanation.
"I feel like you skipped a few things" spoke Vainglory.
"I might have, for the full theory just go check some libraries and ask for 'Ithelisemou's theory of the surhuman', and unlike what some might say, it isn't a human supremacist theory! I am just saying that we have the ultimate potential" after finishing his advertisement, he went back to focusing on the rot-filled pit.