On the seventh day, he decided that it was time to rest. Everything was complete. Everything was the way they should be.
He laid down beside a tree with low-bearing fruit. He merely watched it shine from the dazzling sunlight, smiling to himself as he observed his creations. He was at peace. The following day, his guests will arrive, and they will bask in the glory of this world with him.
But the bright one was not pleased at all.
"They will persecute you. Mock everything you have done, blame you for the wrongs they have committed themselves. They will judge you without even judging themselves."
He merely sighed. "That has not happened yet, my dear."
"But you and I know it will. You and I have the foresight." The bright one insisted. "What is the difference between being benevolent to them and giving them the hell they deserve? You are the one in control. You are the one in power."
"I am alone. That is why." The man said.
