A god's story

Eh, not great, but I'm probably gonna change it as I go along. The fiction is basically Dybia's god telling his story in chapters, and yes I realize it's pretty short and that's something I need to work on. I could use criticism(and I know there's probably a lot of room for it).

Ch. 1 Stepping In

I’m standing here staring out into this abyss. Standing on the tattered Remnant of what used to be my realm. This is all I have now. A floating island, a closed portal, and a third eye in darkness. I’m not truly expecting anyone to get this message, but it’s not like I’ve got anything but time to use here, so I should probably start by telling you who can hear this old god’s voice what exactly I am.

I am what some would call a ‘demi’ god. I call my self a guardian though. Even if you choose not to believe them, most fools who preach about the love of god are almost right. There is a great creator, who ‘loves’ his children. He decided at the beginning though to not interfere with mortal works. Me though, I saw potential for humans. I also saw problems to go with that potential.

Some would find power and go too far ahead of the others in evolving. They kept trying to disrupt the slow perfect evolution. So I decided to step in. There was no one to stop me since the creator as I would call him refused to step in in any matter in his universe. I appointed myself to guide them along.

If one power thirsty person gained too much power and went out of control I felt I had to step in. I always did my best to cover up my presence there. I worked almost like an assassin, those impeccable things. I held far more than enough power to crush them and any army or power they commanded. That would upset the status-quo, the very thing I was trying to protect.

I needed to slip in and slowly bend events around them. I’d stage the event so I could make it look like a suicide, or an accident, or their mortal enemies had just defeated them normally.

I kept an abode hidden in the dark depths of a dead mountain that offered nothing to anyone but death. It contained few things but it held my artifacts. My sheddings of power. It was also the place where my portal was kept. The portal was my link back to my realm.

To tell the truth I had no desire to return to that lifeless plain of existence. I couldn’t cut myself off from it though. I needed to keep a way to it open to have the power to keep things in check in this mortal plain. Then, thousands of years into my self appointed duty something unexpected happened…..hm…wait. I need to cut this short. I’ll finish my story another time.