The author? God? I’m not sure, I mean I’ve forsaken that, centuries ago I have, what foolish naïveté.

I have a job of my own, a life…of sorts, one that I’m not…keen on losing, despite my limitless power, I’d still chase her.

Not in a romantic way of course.

I am bound by blood, bound since before my name was…my form was how i am now.

But The author? Others seem frightened, even she was surprised. Seems formidable then.

This should be fun…