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What is God?
Who is God?
Where is God?
Mortals have questioned and explored the depths of their curiosity since the dawn of time. They've worshipped, scorned, and questioned the great forces that lie so beyond their reach. God is a strange being, even of this world, as the creator, modeled off of itself and others; it is not a person but the essence of time, space, and energy—so vast and so expansive that it can personify mere aspects of itself. It's gone by a myriad of different names and assumes many different forms. It can manipulate the fabric of the universe, unleash chaos & restore order in less than a whim—frankly, a force to not be reckoned with.
However, as is the law of the universe, which required everything to be complex and intricate, no matter how simple they seemed, being the divine all-progenitor of everything does not absolve entities of its caliber from its fair share of blunders—this ambiguity also made it detached and out-of-touch with its creations. One of them, the “Humans” (or "Mankind," if one wanted to be particularly semantic), has long intrigued it—they were highly flawed and intelligent beyond their own capacities, knowing and feeling everything at once; their species as a whole fascinated it nonetheless. Unlike other creators, its works often had a habit of completely baffling it.
It looked back at its creations: "Earth," a chaotic realm that harbored innumerable surprises. The realm was highly flawed yet fascinating, as is its nature, and was bound to be, whether it wanted it or not. It initially wanted everything to go in a single, predetermined path—yet some part of it had gone catastrophically wrong. The mortals would've acquired the knowledge one way or another and now had long accepted that it was meant to be, like everything else. It had learned that everything happened for a reason, the hard way.
It had to admit (rather begrudgingly) that Lucifer's decision to give humanity knowledge and the gift of free will would have changed absolutely nothing of the outcome, and for that, it grievously mourned for its little pride and joy.
Alas, It had known, albeit innately, that he would’ve been different from the others and that he would be the catalyst for an irreversible event. It should have made amends—lots of amends and lots of amends, for it had wronged him so gravely.
Angels and Demons, despite their irreconcilable rift, were not so different despite what their outward animosity might suggest, but further observation has proven that they are indifferent and very ignorant of each other. Demons were born of evil, though their natures went hand-in-hand with that of humans; whereas, angels, born of good, had a higher conscience that tailored itself to mortal sensibilities.
Despite it all, its own realm, "Heaven," has spiralled out of its natural order and callously handled the realms below it. It was supposed to be the epitome of all that is good, yet it conducted itself in a manner unbecoming of it. The dimension was built directly in its image, but it also showed what it really had: its flaws, now distorted beyond repair.
As for "Hell," it is a realm that is as old as, or older perhaps than, God itself; it is currently a cesspool of depravity that torments its own inhabitants and brings the worst out of them. Was there any way this could be handled? Hell was NOT its creation . . . was it? It doesn't matter, actually.
It gave the three realms another glance and concocted a plan. It must fix this. It will fix this
And besides, everyone loves surprises, don't they?