In a place between worlds, out of phase with a world below filled with constant conflict, a god stands over a table looking over his little world trying to find something new.

Looking closer at the table one would see that the figures were moving, and fighting depicting a conflict that was happening in the world.

The god looks down on the conflict and lets out a long bored sigh, “This war is starting to get boring.” The god conjures a chair and falls hard into the chair leaning back on two legs. “What if I send a divine message to the Hans and demons. Saying it's their destiny to rule the world.”

The god grabs a little figure that looked like a little priest. Somewhere in the world a high priest feels his god’s hand on him and falls to his knees to listen to his god's will.

The god shakes his head throwing the piece away, “No I did that already.” Somewhere in the world the high priest losses the connection to his god, and stands wondering what he did to anger him.

“oh how about giving a champion to” the god didn’t even finish the thought before tossing the idea away, “No that's dumb.”

“Ok, where are we at here?” He looked over his table reevaluating what he had and if there was something fun “Hmmm…” The humans and demons are fighting still but there is an almost tentative peace. The battles are almost just tradition at this point, just using the battles as training exercises. “Peace in all but name.”

The god snapped his fingers excited, “oOoOO! what if I help advance the magic on the demons side, and the technology on the humans.” The god started to walk around the table looking for priests to work with, “That would be so much fun. I wonder who would win tech or magic.” The god was reaching for a priest when he stopped, “Wait. Have I done this before?” The god thought back to all his little games and smiled, “No. No, I have not.” He was about to grab the priest again when he frowned wondering, “Why haven’t I done this yet? It’s a great idea?” The god sat and thought, all the while, a high priest's knees hurt from the constant frantic kneeling he had done every time he felt his god approach. He was beginning to doubt his ability to tell the god was present.

The god drooped his head realizing why “The tech side would be too much work and I’d have to get the tech from outside. The magic would be just as much work I would have to hold their hands.” The god walked around wining, “I'm borreedd!!!!”

He looked over to a castle deep in the human territory, “Should I depose a king?” Then looked to the neutral territory of the beastkin, “What if I elevated the beastkin? No, they don't like to listen to me. So that wouldn’t work.”

The god kept trying to figure out something, “What about a plague? No those are just gross.”

The god jumped excited, “Oh! I know what I need. Something I haven't done before. I need a hero!”

——

In a place out of phase with the world, contains a man, a woman, a god, and a cat. The good looks on in disbelief at the man while the woman struggles to keep herself from laughing as she sits in a truck, as the cat rubs up again the man's legs.

The god looks down at the cat annoyed, “That is a cat.”

“No. It’s a hero.” The man corrected.

The god took another look at the creature to see if there was anything special about it. He found it was a cat, “No. That is a literal house cat.”

The man picked up the cat and held it up triumphantly, “And it's your hero.”

“Why would a cat be a hero.”

The man scratched the cat’s ears, and it let out a purr, “Why wouldn't it be?”

“Because it's a cat, it can't even speak.”

“But if you put it in something that can…” the man wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

The god was too confused to be angry, thinking, “Well. It would learn but”

“And it would grow up to be a hero!” The man interrupted.

The god stared for a long time at the man, casually petting a little organ cat, “But why a cat?”

“You're bored right.”

The god was surprised the man knew this so tentatively answered, “...yes?”

“And on your paperwork. You said you wanted, a hero that would provide, and I quote endless entertainment.” The man said seriously as he placed the cat down.

“I did, but I meant like…someone striving for just constantly getting into scrapes, barely surviving by the skin of their teeth.” The god said with a hint of passion.

“Well, this here cat.” The man gestured to the cat, “Can provide endless entertainment.”

“How?” The god was more intrigued, still not understanding, but wondering where this man was going with this ludicrous idea.

“Imagine a human with the peculiarity of a house-cat. It's indifference, its superiority complex, and its real animal instincts. They grow strong pissing people off just because, or doing whatever it wants. They will cause all kinds of conflicts just by existing.”

“What kind of hero is that?”

“I have no idea, but don't you think that would be entertaining.” The man gave a big smile showing teeth.

The god looked at the man like he was crazy, “But it is a house cat.”

“You said that….multiple times.”

The god looked consideringly at the animal, “...can I get a human hero?”

“Maybe next time, but this is exactly the hero you need now.” The man insisted.

“Ugh” The god groaned frustrated, “Ok fine I'll take the cat...and for the hell of it I'll make him half-demon.”

The man shrugged, “It's your hero.”

——

In a place between, a man enters the cab of his truck chuckling at giving the god a cat hero. The man looks over to his passenger only to find the woman extremely pale and visibly sweating.

“You ok.” The man asked concerned.

“Just a little warm.” The woman said breathlessly, laying back in her seat.”

“Not allergic to cats are you?”

“No, besides how could I be allergic to a spirit cat?” The cat had been in the back, how could it have even gotten spirit dander in the cab.

The man ignored her question asking again, “You sure you’re ok?”

“I ...I...no.” The woman opens the door, immediately throwing up the contents of her stomach.

The man looked over paling, “Ohh, that's not good.”

The woman wipes her mouth and looks over smiling, “Actually, I'm feeling a lot better.”

“Let's get you looked at.” The man started the truck and started to drive. He wasn’t sure where to bring her but had a hunch.

“There are people to look us over?”

“Yeah.” He guessed, why wouldn’t there be.

“I'm going to lay down.” The woman said getting out of her seat moving to the back.

It was silent for a while while the man drove them through the between broken, by a raspy woman's voice, “Why'd you bring a cat?”

“Honestly, it was what his world needed. The cat will do its own thing messing things up between both sides, and provide entertainment to the god. It might give the people enough time without his interference to actually make a lasting peace.” The man explained.

The truck was quiet for a long while before the man grew concerned again, “ No follow-up questions? You usually have follow-up questions.”

The man looked to the back of his cabin finding the girl growing paler, and unconscious.

“That's not good.” The man pushed harder through the chaos.