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…