As If There Were No God

If you are reincarnated in your own book, aren’t you the same as the God who created the world? Omnipotence, omniscience, omnipotence, and omnibenevolence—those are the characteristic of a God and I am one, or at least,  supposed to be one. My only mistake was the fact that I underestimated the greediness of a human. Always lusting for power, for something more, I ended up being betrayed by the person who I assumed was someone I could trust. It’s funny, really, how the very person I created to be the pitiful character, to be the one suffering until he met his end, raised his sword, and pierced my heart. I shouldn’t have trusted anyone. That’s why, when I was given another life, I carved in my pierced heart that I would no longer reveal the fact that I know everything that will happen. Because I couldn’t trust even the most pitiful being in the world. Because humans, no matter how good you think they were, could turn their back on you once they got what they wanted. Yet, right now, why, in front of the person I suspected and overthrow for the sake of making the pitiful character be the ruler, am I shaking so much? Wanting to own and be owned, trembling until I got to smell not the stench of blood but the pheromones that resembled the scent of the morning forest. This familiar scene in the trending books before I first died—why was I just told that we were the last omegaverse—and both alphas at that? This world that I created with my own hands, I wonder when it changed so much. It was as if there were no God from the start.