Kapitel 258: Deity Digressions

The punk god of undeath, divine Patron of the Undead Legion, watched as Demiurge cavorted back and forth in front of the golden doors. The Prime Architect of Creation was doing the chicken dance. Poorly.

Dave looked around uncomfortably. The two angels, Celestial messengers and Guardians of the Golden Door had taken positions to either side, yielding the stage to their Most-High Lord. They were deliberately looking anywhere but at the dancing deity. The expressions on their inhumanly smooth faces were neutral, but Dave felt a sense of increasing embarrassment coming from them as Demiurge danced.

the golden god was now moonwalking and pop-locking.

Dave resisted the urge to face-palm.

'This fucking guy needs to calm the fuck down. Even his almighty divine-douchebag act was better.'

He glanced at the god of undeath, calmly watching his fellow deity's antics.