Prologue

God created man in her image, carefully nitpicking parts of herself she deemed acceptable and built upon them what she would call human. The very first humans who ever lived found themselves upon the vast green lands of earth. The first strands of hair meeting the cold breeze of the wind for the first time, and the hands which were softer than cotton roamed every space of this new existence. Thus started the beginning of humanity.

Clumsy feet would pad across miles of green grass and eyes consumed every matter it could see. These clumsy and brand new humans had known nothing of the world before them, leaving them defenseless and vulnerable in god's eyes. The god saw this. Humans bore every good feature this god contained however these humans lacked basic knowledge. Knowledge that even this god could not provide because god had created this world brand new. The god knew she could not carelessly leave these humans on their own. Hands clasped together with the ones that created them, the god held humanity's hand as she carefully explained the basics of the world. Watching over them with eager fascination as they roamed the world became a beloved pass-time by this immortal god. For a moment, this god found purpose. But humanity grew too fast, and soon that god could no longer keep track of them all. Man had grown and created civilization, they had constructed and managed and lived. And some chose to have no use of god. And god saw this. Humanity no longer needed the god to hold their hand. A calculated thought crossed the god's mind and so she made a decision and left the world and man to grow on their own.

After that god had left, land would be deformed, reformed and built upon for structures. The tall trees that stood mighty and proud were forced to bend and break. And mountains that seemed so high then were now easily crossed over. Needless to say, humanity had found strength and will with god's gift of freedom. Freedom from humans came like a raging wave that swept everything that it desired, taking everything and damaging the ones it didn't want. That gift of freedom became a catalyst of destruction for other humans. God had created man in her image, using the best parts of herself to build them, to see humans in god's image commit atrocities and sin meant that god could never be noble and eminent even with after giving her best. And that was a blasphemy against god. A fault against god's honor.

If man continued to stray against this god's expectations then this world had clearly been a mistake. But the world had already grown so much for this god to just blindly and heartlessly destroy. This world had already written a progress of its own to be etched into history, it founded it's own rules and principles and engraved them into space and time. To destroy a world that had already manifested an entire principle meant to destroy other timelines and worlds that had done no wrong. The god, devasted as she watched humans began to stray from her ideals, was left to rely on the Natural Order that this world manifested.

But this world did not resent having a god. The soft pillow fell off the bed as the god sat upright in her new found loop against the natural order. That's right. This world did not resent having a god, for her to directly interfere with humans meant to tear apart millennials of beliefs and reforming the world. But if she used a vessel, whether people would believe that vessel to be a direct connection to this god or not, this god would still be able to find a way within this world. Thus a vessel of god would be born. Torn by a portion of her heart and gifted with divine authority- A vessel of god would be born. These vessels would be tasked to become a channel for the god to roam around the world she had created once more.