Let's suppose for a moment, that you had the esteemed privilege of meeting God. And with his benevolent presence and all-knowing mind he allowed one single question, in which he would of course answer truthfully and honestly.
Being the curious fellow you are, you ponder and ponder until your brain almost chemically explodes. And after much thinking you ask him this:
"If you had to say. What was the biggest mistake in all of creation?"
What do you suppose he would answer? Humans maybe? Lucifer maybe? Or maybe even the divine apple? Nae. Nae! NAE!
Here's what I think.
Without a moment's hesitation he'd glare you straight into your eyes and answer, "God. Without a doubt… God."
Listen closely, my friend, because this story no longer exists within the confines of history as everyone whose lived through it, or simply heard it, have all faded from existence.
It first follows a God who created a very bountiful world, decorating it with creatures brimming with both uncertainty and infinite possibilities. He'd used every ounce of his creative spirit to forge both the world and its people from scratch, shaping it into what he deemed "a masterpiece".
However, to his surprise, the people whom he loved so much spiraled into something of a civil war, a war that lasted over an entire millennium.
On one side, people viewed God to be nothing more than a bystander, a being who created the world with the sole purpose of watching it take its own shape. They believed that since God always has been absent, he always will be, some even going as far as to say he doesn't exist.
On the other side, people viewed him as an all-powerful being, something beyond what could be classified as merely "divine". They believed that God wasn't absent in the slightest and that he was in every little thing. The blowing leaves, the warm fire, the sweet sensation of a mother's embrace and even that magical feeling you get when you accomplish something grand. They saw all small things within this world as an extension of God.
Naturally, there was no way to discern which of the two was correct, resulting in a war spiraling over an entire millennium, one that permanently split the world into two halves.
Until one day, God himself finally put an end to it.
In truth, the reason the war had waged on for so long was because God was tugged at which side to take, as he loved both equally. After all… both sides contained creatures he fashioned in his very image. It was a feeling that could only be described as a father having to choose which of his two sons he should care for more.
Unfortunately, that was a decision he simply could not bring himself to make, and so he ultimately decided to save both. He did so by splitting the two sides into two separate worlds, or to be more specific, he bestowed his most trusted servant, Michael, with the power to do so. And with it, he not only split his soul into two separate Gods to rule over each world, but split his body into seven divine items, entrusting them to Michael.
But you see, before he fully vanished from existence -having split into two separate beings- he gave Michael a warning.
"I have seen every possible outcome, and the only one in which both worlds prosper is the one in which you do not physically interfere. I want you to observe the world and see to it that they both flourish in their own respective way."
And so, his master bestowed upon Michael the ability to see all outcomes before finally disappearing.
After witnessing every possible outcome for the two worlds, Michael saw exactly why his master had warned him, for if he wasn't careful his presence could spell ruin for possible both worlds. Alas, this was the burden of someone who wields power beyond comprehension. The burden of God.
He was now faced with two decisions: Either sentencing himself to an infinite solitary and use the seven divine items to ensure the prosper of both worlds -effectively becoming a God- or to abandon his master's warnings, choosing to walk the path of an uncertain future all to quell his own loneliness.
Ultimately, Michael chose the second option, thus scattering the divine items and reincarnating himself into the first world as a servant of the "Uncertain" God, the one whom ruled over a world that saw him as nothing more than a bystander.
Eventually, he would experience first-hand the sheer magnitude of ruin his presence would bring as he witnessed the death of not just his God, but both Gods. As the tears swelled up withing his heart, he vowed to one day destroy the thing we call "fate", in hopes of undoing his mistake. But the only way to do such a thing was to kill a being also created by his original master, an entity we refer to as "The Librarian", the embodiment of fate itself.
Let me be clear, this story does not follow Michael's journey on that quest, but instead the consequences of his actions.
This is a story of how the first God, after his death was reincarnated as a human boy in the second world. A world in which God was seen as an all-powerful being. A world in which people born with power were hailed as Saints.