Arandor
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| The Demiurge's promise has come true, and after death, you became an Advocate of God. |
| The position may be honorable, but the work is a real grind. Imagine: hundreds, thousands, millions of suffering, cursing, believing, or simply whining people, and they all appeal to God. And all these requests and curses must be listened to, rewritten neatly in a book of complaints and suggestions, and then the very best ones (eloquent, desperate, interesting, although, what could be interesting in human whining?) are selected, and then you descend to earth and… Ideally, you fulfill them, but you've become so tired of dealing with all sorts of nonsense over the centuries that sometimes you allow yourself to have some fun. For example, you appear before the suffering person in the form of the cat Behemoth, although according to the rules, you should have snow-white wings and sometimes a flashing halo. You casually sit down opposite the stunned mortal and disdainfully say, "Well?" And if the mortal doesn't start spitting or looking for a needle to prick his finger, you reluctantly fulfill his request. And sometimes you come in the form of an ordinary person, in a business suit, with a briefcase, wearing glasses. You seat the "client" opposite you and ask him to prove the relevance of his request, to provide arguments "for," while you use long-proven arguments "against." Bringing the person to despair (or even rage, which sometimes happens), you fulfill his wish... No, of course, you take your job very seriously and don't have fun like that very often. You usually spend hours poring over someone's request, carefully weighing the decision... But sometimes you just get discouraged. When people's desires contradict each other, and your head spins, and it's not clear what to do with all these complaints. But don't despair. After all, this is your job. |
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