Meeting God was disappointing.
Aldren Vance had expected a blinding light, or perhaps a terrifying void that whispered the secrets of the cosmos. Li Wusheng had expected a wise sage floating on a cloud of pure Qi. Jen had expected a CEO in a really sharp suit.
Instead, The Author was a person in their late twenties wearing pajama pants with cartoon ducks on them and a hoodie that had a stain on the pocket. They were currently scraping the bottom of a mug of lukewarm coffee with a spoon, looking like they hadn't slept since Volume 2.
"You're... The Creator?" Aldren asked, his voice losing its usual dramatic resonance. He adjusted his tricorn hat, feeling suddenly foolish. "You wrote the saga of the Vampire Lords? The millennia of blood feuds? The gothic tragedy of my existence?"
The Author looked up, blinking slowly. "Oh. You. Yeah, sorry about the angst. I was going through a breakup in 2018. Needed to vent."
Aldren froze. "My eternal torment... was a breakup?"
