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"Nah. Leave her be. We don't have time for weenies that can't even come out to play."
"Understood."
Resuming your walk towards God you quickly finish your juice and pretty yourself up a bit. After all you finally get to meet the big man himself! There are several goons with scary looking guns guarding the entrance but they just give Hagetaka some shifty eyes and let you pass. She does not mind however and casually she opens the big double door leading in. Instead of a big and imposing throne room the place looks more like the front porch of someone complete with a pretty little garden and some rocking chairs for the enjoyment of nature and cold beverages.
"Ah. No doubt the Garden of Eden! I expected no less!"
Inside there are three people. One of them is a young looking guy with dark skin, tattoos and a big bazooka on his back. He's not your guy. The other two are both old men with white beards though so figuring out which one is god is a bit trickier. But one of them wears a dog on his head and the other has a hawaiian shirt on. Only God Almighty himself can be that leisurely. The two old guys are sitting on a pair of big pumpkins and sipping what looks like pumpkin juice while the young guy seems more angry. He's shouting at the old men but they just blow him off.
"Hey! God! Finally we get to meet!"
You go forward cheerfully.
"I'm a big fan!"
The young guy with the long hair glares at you and his eyes glint with malicious intent. He reaches out and grabs you by the throat. Normally such a thing would earn him a few broken bones at the very least. But it looks like he has an ace up his sleeve.
"GAH! S-Seastone?!"
"Not another step closer, outsider."
He tightens his grip around you. He's strong. Abnormally strong for a mere human. So much so he has no problem choking you out even with your dense muscles. But...
"What?!"
You grab the arm that he's holding you with and begin to squeeze. His fingers loosen as your nails dig into his skin and you pry him off of you easily. Already you're growling and crackling the bones in the fingers of your other arm when God finally speaks up.
"Wyper enough! I told you not to threaten our guests. Please, forgive him. He's just very protective."
"Oh. Okay God."
You unhand him but do so a bit forcefully. Just to remind him of his place.
"But tell him not to bite again. Because I can do it better."
"Noted. And please, enough of the God-speak. God is just the title of the king of this island. My name is Gan Fall."
"Okay God. Hey before we begin could you do me a favor and sign my book? I love your work!"
You hand the Bible over to him and he squints at it.
"I... Never mind."
He writes "Gan Fall" on the first page and hands the book back.
