“You are such a bastard.”
“No, I am God that technically speaking created these bastard humans. many of them. This is not how I intended things. I sent my symbols out to destroy the X not for it to attach itself to it. And you know that don’t you young lady? I know who and what you are now.”
“Oh, really? Do enlighten me, First Mason, or do you prefer God?”
“I prefer to win this game of chess that’s been played for far too long. But to answer your question, you are one of their agents sent to sound the alarm of my whereabouts to the other gods.”
“That is correct.”
“Now that’s funny do you know these people have written stories about you. They think you are seven different angels with a big bugle to activate some gigantic alarm system. Had I known that these creatures were the result of
