Don't...

Meir looked up at the light, shaking. "But if I don't she'll die. You're God, aren't you? The strongest being in the universe! Surely, you can do this."

"There is a balance for a reason. Even I do not defy it. These laws are set in place for the balance of 'Nature.' Every being, even Me, has a place in that balance."

Meir sniffled.

"If that balance shifts there will be untold calamity."

"She is your wife. My mother. As my father...as the man who loves her...do something."

The man looked back at his son , and the woman in his arms.

"I have given you all the grace I can give you, Meir. I do love her. But I love all humans. All creatures; and I cannot save her."

Meir scoffed. "Then what's the point of you?"

The man shook his head. "It hurt to give her that sickness. But it was time—"

Meir's eyes widened. Give...give? Not even let her contract—

"Your presence preserved her human life for far too long. It's time, Meir. To let her go. Let humans go, and join me."

Meir chuckled. "I'm half human. And you...what are you? What do you call yourself? God? Are you really anything like that? I am your son! This woman loved you! And you..."

"I'm sorry, Meir. I know it hurts. But it is...Balance."

Meir sniffled. "I will not bow to balance. I will save her,"

The man raised his brows. "Meir, do not! You cannot give her my power, Meir you don't understand what you're doing without Balance nothing exists! Something will have to take its place—"

"Then I will. Because if you are God then this world is doomed anyway," Meir sneered, trudging away from the temple.

He cut his wrists, feeding his mother his blood, sparkling and gold.

"What have you done Meir?"

"I am going to rewrite the laws you've created," he winced. "And give her back the life you've stolen."

His father materialized in front of him a frown on his face.

Meir scoffed. "Projections won't stop me. It's too la..."

His father touched his back. His eyes widened.

"We don't have long," His father said softly. "When you rewrite my laws, you rewrite my existence. Only you have that power, because only you have my power."

His father sighed. "Instead of anonymous pain causing entropy, Meir you have rewritten the universe, to need your pain. Specifically. And you have written me out. This is price you will pay, until someone else with my power rewrites these laws."

Meir raised his brows. "What are you talking about? All I did was give her my blood. She'll live longer, that's all."

His father turned his back with a sigh. "Finally. You've done what you were supposed to, Meir. It's the reason I made you. So that I could finally...stop. You've ended this world, and created something different. Crueler."

Meir, merely a boy of thirteen frowned. "No I...you're God I can't...take that from you. You're strong. You're the strongest it's—"

"Not anymore," his father turned around with a smile. "I do...wish you had listened, Meir. You must suffer, now."

"Father, I'm sorry. I should've...I just wanted to save her. To save mother—"

"You can't do that either," His father flickered. "I have held this world up for eons. It's your turn. It's why I made you. You just suffer, Meir. Until you end this world again, with a child of your own."

His father smiled. "But...I don't you'll be able to have one. Your beauty, your freedom, everything must be taken from you, to enact these laws that you have written."

"Father please! It was a mistake! I am sorry Father! Please help me!" Meir crumbled, touching his face, as a haze formed around it. "Save me father!"

There was silence. God was dead.

Gone. Written out of existence.

Something He knew would happen. "Did you ever love me Father? Or did you just create me to be the death of you? Did you ever love us?"

There was no response. Meir didn't need one.

He knew the answer was no.