As I lay in my dirt hovel, drinking from a clay cup of my own making, I look at the disciples who had gathered in my little corner of the desert to learn from me. They are both young specimens, yet almost unrecognizable from the first of their kind, with sharp minds, bronze tools and bright futures. Despite this they braved the desert to disturb me, chasing ancient rumors. After I spent the first century of my life forming this world, all life in it, and the very air they breathe, I thought these creatures would be eager to be rid of my influence. They came up with their own Gods and spirits, their own origins, their own worlds to forget about me, yet here they are. 2 of them. I had nothing to offer them, the powers that I have wielded can not be used by them and I own little more than what's necessary to meet my needs in this harsh environment.

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As I silently look into the eyes of my students, the tall, bald one speaks up again. "Did you hear me? I said why? Why hide away from the world. You built an oasis for yourself out here, but the world needs you. There is war brewing in the-" "SILENCE! You insignificant beetle, do you think I care the slightest who kills who beyond my oasis? I gave you the world, if you plan to kill each other over who gets what its not my problem." my words hang in the air like mist, the tallest one opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

The short one will take a moment, before shouting back at me "Our gods are all willing to help us. The god of war even blessed our last battle ritual. All of the gods are on our side, but you sit here in this hideous form still licking your wounds from when you were kicked from Heaven. You are path-" I do not let her finish speaking before I rise to my full height on my front tendrils, acid dripping from my mouth "LET ME MAKE ONE THING CLEAR." the startled scholars realize a line has been crossed, and the tall one tries to step away from his friend. "I am the only god left on this planet! There used to be trillions of us, every star in the sky belonged to us!" the short scholar is dragged to the ground, acid burning the ground by her feet as it pools "I didn't come to your planet to protect it just so beings like you could try and rub our failure in. I most certainly didn't come this far into the desert to help you fight any wars" the tall scholar slips past my anthropoid form to flee into the burning desert, but I remain focused on the insolent ape beneath me. "And I didn't crash land here during the star purge by accident. Now..." I bring my mandibles close to her face, acid barely missing her. "Should you ever force me to become involved in your petty disputes, it will not end how you want it to."

I take a step back, and allow her to stand back up. "Now run along, there are more important things in the universe than your petty kingdoms for me to care about."

"Really sire, is the foul language really necessary?" The Angel addressed the God.

"Yeah, it is. Fuck all that noise." The God was resting on a blanket, tanning under the red sun. With teal sunglasses, he lowered them down to his nose, "All these fuckin rules man. I had it, I'm done!"

"Sir, this planet is inhabitable. This earth has been desolate for decades now." The Angel's shoulders began to tighten, wings drawing closer to their body.

The God took note, and softened his own face. "Look, Sweetheart, I've been reigning and causing hell in Paradise for centuries and centuries to come. It's time to retire."

The Angel nearly shrieked, "Retire?!! Retire!?! There's no such thing as a God, especially you!"

The God stood up abruptly, waving his arms, "Hello!!!! I am the reason Earth turned into a shithole. It's me! ME!" He furred his brows, crossing his arms. "Without MY MISCHIEF, the world wouldn't have gone out in a fiery blaze."

He took a deep inhale, reminiscing about the parade of nukes being sent all across the world.

"Besides" The God paused for a beat. The angel hanging onto every word he said in disbelief. "It's quiet"

"Too quiet."

"Care to join me?" The God snapped his fingers, a bucket of ice and two Budweiser appeared from nothingness.

The Angel shook their head.

"Aren't you tired of being such an Angel all the time? Having to be good and all."

"I wouldn't exchange it for the world." They protested.

"Well, there isn't a "world" anymore. Won't you let loose a little?" He handed them one of the beers. The Angel kept shaking off the offer.

The Angel sighed.

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