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‘So adorable...' DG thought to himself as he again ruffled a hand through the Player’s hair. Their need for touch, for sleep, it was all so simple and adorable. He felt the urge to purr, and gave into it, blissful and gentle vibrations slowly emitting from him. The Player seemed to like that too, the mental representation of their body in their dream state relaxing further against him as they slipped from theta to delta, and DG took the reins as the one holding the dream together.
DG had found ways to reduce brain activity during these little visits, to help the Player get some more rest. They’d been very stressed lately, and it had started to affect their sleep. He remembered when he’d walked in once during a particularly disturbing nightmare - disturbing even for him; he’d destroyed that dream immediately. They didn’t want to talk about it...
This would help the Player be more rested, fit to fight.
Like the early humans, DG thought. He'd watched them, for the short time they were alive before he was thrown into the void. They spread across the Earth like a wildfire, decimating everything in their path. Truly, they were a force to be reckoned with. That was to be expected; he'd designed them that way.
DG felt a sense of... pride, seeing the human’s capabilities.
Is this what the Demiurge felt? When they created things?
Well that was certainly not a person DG wanted to think about right now, especially in this context. Maybe he shouldn’t have let his mind wander, but it was too late now; the thought had already come.
DG’s calling was to destroy. It was this deep innate urge, this instinct he could never truly run away from.
And yet here he was, laying with a creature he had created on him. It was something he’d never expected out of himself, even as he was forming black holes and molding the first avatars of the human race. DG covered his face with his hands.
He knew the world wasn’t black and white, that gods weren’t purely good and evil, that there was wicked creation and good destruction, he knew that, but he’d at least have expected the God of Destruction to stick to act of destruction, or at the very least not go against their very nature for creation, even if the creation was destructive!
Except... the humans weren’t that way either, were they?
Like this? This want for touch and proximity and companionship? This kindness and care for the safety and happiness of those around them? Certainly not something he would expect from an entity fashioned to destroy everything in their path.
He was glad though, that they had this compassion, this kindness to help him with his plan, even after everything it took and all the hurdles and even when they found out some nasty truths; they stuck by his side.
Really there was so much about them that was truly extraordinary, even past what he’d designed, past what one would expect from a creature designed for destruction. Their kindness and empathy, their intelligence, complex cultures, hierarchies, and social structures akin to the ones of the gods. They were akin to the gods. In fact, with Tama they were able to challenge and even kill gods.
They were truly... wonderful.
DG’s calling was to destroy, and yet, he had made one creation. One wonderful creation.
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful...
DG understood it now. He’d felt a sense of protectiveness when he destroyed that dream.
“Hehehe...” He couldn’t help but laugh, as a smirk - not a full smile, but a smirk - spread across his face, this wave of- what was it? Smugness? Determination? Maybe both - spreading through the rest of him.
The Demiurge and Destroyer; oh, how their roles had reversed.
If the Demiurge wanted to wipe out humanity, then they would have to go through him first.