I have had many experiences since meeting Constant. I learnt fear from him. He induced fear, doubt, hesitation, anger, pity, irony, almost all known negative emotions in me. I did not even know that I was capable of such emotions.
I laid out the perfect plan. I wanted to corner Constant. I wanted to drag him out of his hole and expose him for who he is, an utterly terrified human.
I am Azathoth, the self sustainer, the creator who created himself and the master of myriads. How dare he call me a fragment!
Those were the thoughts swirling in my mind when I plotted the war against Constant and his circle.
I knew my daughter had a weak spot for Constant. I used that weak spot to monitor Constant. My daughter unknowingly became my greatest source of intelligence on Constant.
Constant, just what goes through his mind? I kept analyzing his behaviors. It was erratic and entirely human.
He proved time and time again that he was a mere human, trying to play god. He does not have the right nor the authority to play god. Yet he shamelessly brandishes his position, abuses it and keeps on living without any consequences.
I knew my plan was premature but I had to execute it now. Constant was losing himself. I was expecting a total collapse of his self. However, the younger creators helped him. The kids who were just premature gods, helped Constant. He was social again.
His 250 billion years of exile was ending. If I waited any longer, my plan would have been crushed even before executing it. So I orchestrated it.
The majority of the creators live together, as a social unit. They mimic their human lives and have a human administration. I sent a letter to their administrator saying that the lynchpin of existence has gone rogue.
I kept it anonymous because I strike fear into their hearts. I saw the chaos, the fear that engulfed those younger kids. They started frequenting the library.
Constant never restricted any records. He just simply changed the wording of a few records. I decoded that the tyrant's daughter is still alive. Constant had pardoned a few of the old creators as well.
I used those as a chance. If the tyrant's daughter is still alive, it means Constant could not kill her. She has been sealed away. I can use her as an excuse and maybe even bring her to my side.
I sent an anonymous tip to the hyperactive kids. I chose Noah and Harry. These two will lead the charge. They will find where tyrant's daughter is sealed, release her and then will begin the plan.
I set everything up in order. The fallen were eager to get a shot at the creators. Their leader is Yami, someone who was really close to Constant once, but now only bitterness remains between them.
It was going swimmingly. Noah and Harry collaborated. They brought Ethan, Cygnus, Henry, David, Bruce and even Eternity to their side to break the seal on the tyrant's daughter.
I was expecting a brutal slaughter. I expected the tyrant's daughter to be furious, devoid of reason, vengeance incarnate against Constant.
It did not go like that. Someone or something was thwarting my attempts. My daughter suddenly stopped contacting me.
The tyrant's daughter was last seen in Constant's construct. Why is nothing going according to my plans?
I kept poking. Suddenly the number of creators, or gods, as I call us, increased. There were candidates who were steadily rising through the ranks. Those new kids, they are unsettling. Serus, especially, is very unsettling.
I investigated him. Serus is a unique existence. A true self created soul who did not exist in the system before. Serus is what I should be. No, I am also self created. I am superior to a human soul. I am a god.
Then there's Clive. He's different. He hails from the world which had no creator, meaning, he was an orphan. But that orphan has managed to ascend to the top of his own world.
Then there's Keith. A misfit, through and through. Why are these anomalies showing up now? Was Constant always planning against me?
I tried to test one of these candidates. I hijacked Clive's consciousness. That kid always had an uncanny affinity for chaos and dreams.
It was easy. Even if he was a mere harbinger, someone who only exists outside of a specific world's control, he managed to elude my dream for a moment.
I need to pull the strings faster. I unleashed Yami upon Clive. Bazarov and Kirin were attacking Keith and his newly created world. Constant specifically gave Keith his world or the former ruined world because he wanted Keith to guard something.
Keith managed to evade Bazarov and Kirin and trap them in his world. How did he do it? Clive hastily took over his world's system and became a creator to thwart Yami.
Seina was helping Serus to master his powers. The war is strictly a distraction. I ordered the minor creators under my wing to start attacking other creators.
The administration is in chaos. Everything was going well until, that woman showed up! I had met her before briefly, one of the first generation of creators after Constant's ascension. Her current name is Aideen. I was searching for the mysterious creator who hailed from Constant's world. A being so mysterious, even the library had only a few mentions of him. I was being loud and annoying. I even started crashing the nearby creators to ask for direction.
That's when the bad luck truly took over. Constant made it so that luck is random. The old spindle of luck is still ongoing. The loom of fate and weavers are still the same. I crashed Aideen's house. It proved fatal. Her authority was overwhelming. She overpowered me so easily that I could not even fathom it. But I seem to have come to the right place. Constant is here. The mysterious creator, Janus, is here. The pieces are all coming together. Now I just have to stand up and ask the question. Let's pretend to be passed out for a while longer. Once the entire ensemble is here, I will launch my attack.