Chapter 73: Mission Statement
Grace stared at Eternia, who floated in the white void with a strange mix of casual confidence and... was that guilt? It was weird seeing those expressions on a face that looked so much like her own.
As always, it was surreal to see an image of what was effectively just Grace... but with much, much larger breasts. And taller. And-
Well, just more everything, really.
"So," Eternia began, crossing her legs mid-air like she was sitting on an invisible chair, "I guess I should explain some things about Linaria and how I made it, just so we can begin properly."
"That would be nice," Grace said, trying not to sound annoyed. Every time she talked with Eternia, she got more questions than answers. "Lately, it feels like people keep talking about things and people that I just don’t know anything about."
Eternia waved her hand, and suddenly they were surrounded by a miniature version of Linaria—continents, oceans, mountains, all floating around them like a magical diorama.
"Creating a world is hard work," Eternia said, poking at a tiny mountain range with her finger. The miniature landscape stretched between them, complete with oceans, forests, and tiny cities. "Most angels know the part where I got bored with the details and created Azrael to handle things for me." She shrugged. "I’m not great with long-term projects. Sue me."
Grace rolled her eyes. Her goddess was right there, discussing cosmic creation, and Eternia somehow managed to sound like a teenager explaining why she hadn’t finished her homework.
"But there’s more to it than that?"
"A lot more." Eternia’s playful smile faded. "What nobody knows is that during creation, I kept having these... moments. Dark thoughts. Urges to just destroy everything I’d built."
That made Grace pause.