"When everything is ready, the plan will work, and I will succeed," the middle-aged man in a white coat declared confidently.
"You know that plan of yours will fail," a woman's voice interrupted, calm yet laced with certainty.
He turned, startled. "How are you here!?"
"Just because."
The man's lips curled into a defiant smirk. "Although you've found me, that doesn't mean you can stop me."
Without hesitation, he pressed a button.
The woman's gaze flicked to the button, and suddenly, everything turned white.
"Did it work?" he muttered into the void.
Silence.
Then, out of the infinite whiteness, a radiant orb of green and purple light materialized, their luminous hues painting the blank canvas of nothingness.
"Human, you have violated the laws of the multiverse," the purple orb declared, its voice resonating like thunder.
"Not only that," the green orb continued, its tone seething with fury, "you have annihilated the primordials, pagan gods, abstract concepts, living beings, and countless eldritch entities. All are now unable to inhabit the multiverse."
The man covered his mouth, hiding a grin. "So... it worked," he whispered, the faintest hint of euphoria coloring his words.
The orbs flared, their radiant auras washing over him. The man's euphoric expression faltered under the oppressive light.
"You planned this, didn't you?" the purple orb accused.
"Planned?" The man chuckled, shrugging. "Not exactly. I was aiming to destroy a galaxy or two. Turns out I underestimated myself. The whole multiverse? A bonus, really."
The green orb's light pulsed, growing brighter—a silent scream of anger. "What was your reason for doing this?" it demanded, its luminescence dimming the purple orb's glow.
Before answering, the man tilted his head. "Mind telling me what you are, first?"
The green orb flared intensely, its light almost blinding.
"Enough!" the purple orb roared. The green light receded, reluctantly fading into a softer glow.
"Human," the purple orb explained, "we are God. Both of us embody harmony, two facets of one divine being."
The man raised an eyebrow. "God is supposed to be singular, omnipotent. Why are there two of you?"
"What you see is your perspective of God," the purple orb replied, its tone patient yet firm.
The green orb interjected, "Now, answer us. Why did you do it?"
The man smirked again. "You claim to be God. Why not read my mind if you're so omniscient?"
"Human, we already know your reasoning," the purple orb answered. "But we want you to speak it aloud."
Without warning, the white void transformed. The man now stood in an immense courtroom, its vastness stretching to the size of the universe. Towering above were witnesses: primordial beings, pagan gods, abstract concepts, and grotesque eldritch monstrosities—all staring down at him.
"So, I'm on trial," the man muttered, straightening his coat, his defiance unwavering.