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You will do my bidding, voice my concerns upon yourselves, and consume only the fruit born from the tree Destiny hath gifted us.

Amen, our lord.

You will explore only within the boundaries of this realm, and no further. To do otherwise would result in certain death.

Amen, my lord.

You will respect us as one being, complete and wholly qualified to rule over this Earth. We are the ones who gave you life, and to disrespect this fact will force us to take it away. Is this clear?

Amen, our lords.

“SIME,” a wavering Reid McKinley whispers to his partner in crime and business.

“Yes, my lord?”

“May we return home? All this haunting and jeering has begun to make me seasick.”

SIMERULER gazes out at the sea of godthings calling their names. They have just been born, finally, after billions of years spent preparing the EARTH’S HEAVENLAND for their arrival. 

“Of course, my lord.”

SIME waves one final hand, a flamboyant final bow, to the people of the inner circle. Their roars grow louder. Reid throws his hands over his ears.

“Right… sorry.” SIME grabs onto the edge of Reid’s trench coat and begins pulling him away. They retreat into the tall open doorway of both their residences and slam the entrance closed behind them.

“Oh, mys! This may be harder than I thought.”

SIME laughs and keys a password into a pad on the wall. After a few moments of processing, it dings, and the square of land they are both standing on shoots straight upwards into their tower.

SIMERULER dissummons their own trench coat and stretches backwards, their black-and-white patterned skin suit glittering in the early morning light outside the window parallel to the path of the elevator. 

“I don’t know about you, but I think you’ve done incredibly well so far,” SIME smiles and pats a reassuring hand on Reid’s shoulder.

“... Doing what?”

“What do you mean?” SIME gestures out the window in front of them to the same sea of godthings. “Raising your domain. Bringing your people to life. The Earth will come to life, starting tomorrow. And I think you’ve done a marvelous job preparing for it.”

Reid huffs and leans back against one of the elevator’s walls, grinning with tiredness. 

“Don’t go trying to give me all the credit, SIME. We both know this has been an equal effort. We may be the first god and shadow to function as we do. AZERKHAN wishes they could.”

SIME grins back, and chuckles at bit at the mention. “AZERKHAN wishes they could do anything but sit at a desk all day doing paperwork.”

“Exactly. That’s what I’m saying.”

The elevator seems to just be going on and on forever into the sky. SIME and Reid continue to shoot quick glances at each other until they meet each others’ eyes at last, and they surrender to a fit of furious laughter.

“What are we doing with ourselves?” Reid murmurs, catching his breath and leaning onto his knees. The elevator finally reaches the top of the tower. They both step out of it.

“I don’t think it matters now. Not until the next day begins, that is.”

“Oh, but SIME! You can’t say that!” Reid runs over to his chair and peeks over its armrest, down at the black and white ocean of beings that have finally decided to disperse. “There is still so much to do! We need to check up on the control rooms and ensure that they are functioning properly! We need to cast the instructional news!”

“We’ve already checked the cubicles a million times!” SIME quickly follows behind and heaves themself into the seat of the chair, slouching downwards. “And we can just let the program run, no problem. Reid… I think you are worrying far too much.”

“I have plenty of reason to do so, though.” Reid tries to pull himself onto the chair from the armrest, but fails. He eventually casts out an arm to SIME, who grabs it and pulls Reid up next to them. 

Reid looks off in the distance in silence. It really is a beautiful sight- the scenery Reid has spent countless nights trying to perfect, finally being filled with the same knowledge and abilities as his own self. But that’s just the thing.

SIME zones out a bit, and glances down at their battered hands and fingers. “Reid… the other gods did not show up for our ceremony. Why?”

Reid slowly lifts a hand stretched outwards. He fiddles with his green magic, creating useless yet incomproble twisting shapes and forms. 

“They do not approve of our ways, SIME. They dare not support my dream.”

Reid slowly turns to face SIME, then wraps a sad arm around their shoulder.

“Thank you for always staying with me, SIME. Thank you for supporting  me. You could have left at any time.”

“An ambition as high as yours seemed much worth pursuing.” SIME throws a bit of their own magic into Reid’s and completes the spell. This, they have been studying on their own for quite some time now.

Reid slightly lifts his head from SIME’s shoulder. “What is that? What did you just make?”

“A permanent summoning spell.” SIME, with a flick of their hand, fuses half of the spell with Reid’s midsection, and the other with their own. “Whenever one of us needs the other, just by willing it to happen, you or I can poke through the portal and say hello. We can also exchanged objects, and letters, the such.”

Reid holds SIME closer and tighter. “Thank you. Now, we will never really be apart, will we?”

“No. Is that a bad thing?”

“Of course not.” Reid smiles and watches as his subjects praise their new rising sun. “I would want nothing more than to be part with my best friend.”

“My friend,” SIME.

“My friend,” Reid.

“We shall now be one and a half.”