The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 12: Deserved Rest/Disturbing Guests

"Wait!? Own creation? She created you?" Azazel blinked perplexedly, pointing at the servant doubtful. "I mean, created as created? Or you mean reincarnated?" It seems the researcher started to resurface from the old Fallen.

"Hmm, in a manner of way, created-created — as you put it. I am not a reincarnated being as I know..." Rorschach sweatdropped, starching his head. "If you are curious about the details, ask her how. I am not really aware of the process of my creation. I only know. I was called forth by her will to bring me to life. And in exchange for this life, I own her eternal gratitude and servitude."

"Interesting..." Azazel gulped subtly, shuddering slightly. Until now, this didn't come up during their conversations, and thus, he was not aware of it.

Making cheap copies of God's Sacred Gears is one thing. Even he can do that. Creating a living, intelligent being who not only thinks for himself but is able to sustain his existence — even possessing tremendous power — is entirely another thing.

It is the domain of God as he knows it!

"Moreover... with this simple feeling of eternal gratitude, she hardcoded into him the feeling of eternal servitude!"

God also implemented something like this when he created the angels, but as it was evident in the case of the Fallen, this "coded loyalty" kinda eroded and could be overwritten as time passed.

In that case, maybe God gave the angels too much sentience and intelligence during their creation, making some of them able to think and go against his commandments better than others as time passed and they gained experience.

"More and more angels became disillusioned, seeking to be more than they were created for. Seeking to try new things..."

Of course, this was against their intended purpose, going against the "principles" and rules God set, going against God's will... and thus, the first Fallen was born. God not only expelled them from heaven but painted their wings black as the sign of their "betrayal."

"Is something wrong, Lord Azazel?"

"Nothing..." Azazel coughed fake, trying to regain his composure as he remembered his fall from grace.

"I always wondered, Lord Azazel. Your history states your kind has fallen after going against your creator's wishes. Why did you do it? Why did you rebel? Has he done something you found unacceptable? Or simply out of childish defiance?

Azazel's expression darkened for a moment, remembering that time of his life. "You want the exact reason? Or the excuse he came up with?"

"Both will do..."

"Well... in short. According to him, we have sinned, going against the rules he set. But if you ask me, he was just afraid because my kind started to think for themselves, and not just follow orders like some glorified puppet he wanted us to be."

"I see..." Hummed Rorschach, considering what he heard. "So, he basically wanted servants who absolutely followed his orders. It is strange then..."

"What?"

"Why did he allow you to rebel? If he was your creator, he could have easily made you unable to do it, no? Or simply eliminate you once you rebelled. Or did he have another purpose with this action? A grander plan that required throwing away precious resources?"

"Honestly, I don't really know. He always spoke circles about his grand plan. Even justifying the horrible things he did with the quote: "It is for the greater good." After a while, it became boring and just another excuse in the growing pile." Azazel shrugged with slight disgust.