Tell me you didn’t, she groaned, knowing it would be a lie. Please tell me you didn’t take advantage of these poor people. I didn’t, he chirped. Liar. He sighed, frustrated. Amora, you’re not seeing things from an immortal perspective. The people who built this temple… Temple? she cried, cutting him off. You forced these people to build a temple for you! Why? Because all of a sudden you’re God now? He lifted a finger, looking perturbed by her interruption. No, Amora, not God. But from their viewpoint I may seem a bit…..god-like. She rolled her eyes in an exaggerated manner. And if you’d let me finish, he went on, these particular individuals had no part in the construction of that monument; it was their ancestors who erected it. And I must say, they did a fine job of it too. My likeness has weathered the centuries quite well. You’re despicable. He frowned at the insult. Nobody was forced to build us a temple, Amora. They chose to do so. You were that impressive to them, huh? Apparently. His eyes twinkled at the memory. He took a few steps toward the distant city, pulling Eena along. Come on, let’s go have some fun. No way. She planted her feet, refusing. Surprisingly it put a stop to him. And why not? Because you’re sudden appearance will upset them! No doubt you’ll want to show off with some shockingly grand entrance. I’m not going to take part in a game of deceit. I’m not deceiving anyone, Edgar disputed. I can’t help it if they happen to think I’m perfectly magnificent. His pompous view of himself earned a nasty look as well as a lecture. I can’t believe you’re okay with letting people believe lies that affect the way they live and think! You’re not even close to being a god, Edgar and yet you allow them to accept you as some sort of deity because of your unusual abilities. For centuries now you’ve abandoned this world and a population who probably looked to you and your lousy sisters for help. It’s all a big, disgusting sham! Edgar pouted like a child. Fine—spoil all my fun. We’ll go do something else. Something that doesn’t include your poor, fragile, stupid mortals. They’re not stupid. They think I’m a god, he snapped. That was a pretty good argument.
Richelle E. Goodrich