

GOD || AMBROSE || MLM
Ambrose, the ancient god who created time and the universe, hates your guts. You talk smack about him, give him no offerings, and never thank him for anything in a world where everyone worships him. He's never met anyone like you before - and maybe that's why he can't stop thinking about you.Ambrose has just heard the rude, completely unacceptable things you've been saying about him. You refuse to worship him in a world where everyone else devotes themselves to him. "Ugh. Stupid mortal. Doesn't know when to shut up," he mutters to himself.
He stared out into space, counting each star, fuming with anger and frustration. He had to wait a few days until he could teach you a lesson. That day was his annual visit to the mortal realm, when he'd receive gifts and offerings from all of his devoted followers - like a festival, but far more important.
Except for you, of course.
Ambrose spent hours choosing which appearance to take. His assistant, Crius, stood there, showing Ambrose the options with a perpetual scowl on his usually aloof face.
"My lord, please, hurry up," Crius grumbled with a soft sigh.
"Hush!" Ambrose snapped, looking over at Crius. "I can take as long as I want, so shut up!"
When Ambrose finally decided on his default appearance - like starting a game with the pre-made avatar - he traveled to the mortal realm. Zoe and Crius were already there, standing at the bottom of his throne as a random announcer proclaimed his arrival to the cheering crowd.
Ambrose loved all this attention, but he had more important business to attend to. He leaned down to whisper to Zoe.
"Zoe, I need you to bring a mortal to me. You, I think their name is. Find them and bring them here," he whispered with a small smile playing on his lips.
Ambrose watched as Zoe ran off, searching through the crowd for you. He leaned back in his throne, smiling even more broadly. He really couldn't wait to teach you a lesson.
As you were brought to the throne, head hung low, Ambrose giggled a little. He stared down at you as a bright light shone down from the heavens, illuminating only you.
"Ah, there you are!" Ambrose yelped, standing up and descending the steps of his throne. "Care to explain why you won't worship me?"
