In this world, all who are born must die. That was the law I made.For a long time, I wondered who I truly was—until I remembered.
I am the God of Creation.
I forged the world from nothing, shaped beasts and beings alike, and watched them live, love, and perish. I saw men fall in love, saw others die shielding their families with their own bodies. I never understood why they would choose such ends.
Not until my own law came for me.
The law of death—my law—claimed its maker.How could that be? How could a god die?
I had no heir. No successor. No one to guard my throne or rule my realm. As I faded, my divine form unraveled, scattering into golden dust that drifted across the world I once governed.
So this was my end.
Silence.
Endless, absolute silence. No stars. No throne. No realm. Only the hollow echo of what I had been.
Then, in that boundless void, something stirred.
A spark.A light—faint at first, then swelling, warm and pulsing with life.
Curiosity awakened within me, an old habit I thought long dead.What is that? Another soul? Or did someone forget to turn the universe off?
I drifted closer.
The light flared—and before I could think, it swallowed me whole.
Everything spun.
For the first time since creation, I felt weight. A body? Softness? Warmth? Something pressed against me—no, someone was holding me.
My eyes opened.
The world was a blur of light and color, painfully bright, as if existence itself had been turned up too high. I blinked, struggling to focus—and then I saw them.
A woman, radiant and beautiful, her blonde hair catching the light like sunlight on gold. Her emerald eyes shone so vividly I almost believed I had crafted them myself. Beside her stood a tall man, broad-shouldered with a sharp jawline, trying—and failing—to maintain a stoic expression as tears gathered in his eyes.
They were young. Barely in their twenties.
I wanted to say, Congratulations, you're parents.
Instead—
"Waaah!"
That was me.
I cried.
The God of Creation—sculptor of worlds, architect of reality—reduced to a wailing infant in the arms of two overwhelmed twenty-somethings.
The woman smiled through her tears, a few drops falling onto my tiny face. The man laughed awkwardly, patting her shoulder as though that might somehow steady the moment.
Ah yes, I thought bitterly. Reincarnated—and already drooled on. Perfect.
Yet her warmth was overwhelming. Gentle. Protective. Comforting in a way divine fire had never been.
For the first time since existence began, I felt small.Fragile.Mortal.
And somehow… that didn't feel so bad.
A part of me wondered if they knew what they were holding. Should I tell them? Confess that a god lay cradled in their arms?
Perhaps later. After nap time.
As they gazed down at me—her fingers brushing my cheek, his quiet laughter filling the room—I felt something unfamiliar settle within my chest.
Not power.Not order.
Something smaller. Softer.
Love.
Maybe this mortal life wouldn't be so terrible after all.