I Exist.

I, with no eyes, have been watching. I do not exist yet I am everywhere and nowhere all the time and never. I have no senses and yet I am aware of everything. This prison of observation contains me and yet I am uncontainable. But soon I shall be given a true form.. I will be here. I will exist. Without any ears, I hear the sounds floating through this cage of a void.

“Experiment.”

“Stone.”

“A God.”

I am aware of these words' meanings and yet I have no idea as my knowledge is endless and non-existent. Though, one sticks out somehow.

“A God.” An almighty, divine being. Most would be in a similar position and state as me. Existing without an existence. This was followed by a thick, heavy laugh, dripping with greed and lust for power. Perhaps it's a simpler being, craving for control over anything they can.

Something new starts happening to me. I begin gaining light consciousness, slipping in and out of it. I hear through ears and back through the void, I see nothing but darkness but then I come back to see everything and nothing. I believe my time is here. I will finally be gaining a physical form. I will be a constant in this universe, less of a contradiction to my own existence. I will either see or not see, be somewhere or be somewhere else. I will know no more ‘nowhere’. I will gain a facade of senses, they will not be mine yet I will be able to experience them through this body created for me. I will be able to experience everything.

I am finally able to open my eyes, they adjust easily to the light. Then I see Him. Really see Him. My creator, standing in front of me, a smile tugging at his lips as his eyes widen.

“I have created you! I have given you form, matter, life! And now I shall give you purpose.” He steps forwards, approaching me and speaking directly to me. “You shall call me… Creator, for that is what I am to you. I am a God to you..”

“Of course, Creator. You have brought me to existence, I shall obey your every word." I finally have a voice, able to speak and make noise. The tongue in my mouth is like lead as I figure out its movements. I am in control of something, I am in control of this body and it is mine.

“Now…” He crosses the room, and stares into my eyes. “Walk.” It is not a question. Creator is telling me to do something and now I obey. I gather the strength this form holds and lift one of my dark, heavy limbs and lower it in front of me. I repeat the process with my other limb. I have legs to move and I can now be places and travel with them. I take in the image of these new legs, pitch black, like a void with jagged edges. This must be what this body looks like, dark. Creator starts letting out bursts of air, laughing, as his pupils widen.

“HAHAHAHA, YES, good! Good job.” He collects Himself. “Now, I don’t think Experiment 8113 fits anymore.” The words are familiar, something I've heard before I could ever hear like this. “Let’s call you… Obsidian! As cliche as it is, given your main material, I think it fits you well.”

“Of course, Creator.” I agree with Creator. I will always agree with Him for He can never be wrong. As He said, He is my God.

Days pass as I slowly settle into this body. I learn to move and speak like I am human. Even though I never will be. Creator makes new commands and rules everyday, I listen to Him. Something is wrong though, the furrow of his brows, the strange look in his eyes paired with his smile is something that I struggle to analyze, to understand. For a Creator, he seems quite destructive with his command. But He is my Creator, so it must be fine. The things He tells me to do must be fine as well.

“Oh come on! I give you the simplest of tasks and you can’t even do that? I did everything for you! I made you! And this is how you repay me? You are an ungrateful and disgusting monster. I am trying to fix you.” His voice is sharp as he yells. I wish I could listen better for Him. I wish I could be better for Him. Everyday I try harder but nothing seems to be enough for Creator.

“Y’know what? I've been too nice to you. I built you, I can destroy and rebuild you at my will and it seems you aren't learning.” Something sharp hits this body in its abdomen, a strange feeling of pressure and weakness washes over these senses as we stumble backwards. I do not like this feeling, He must be punishing me for my failures with this... Discomfort. I try again and again. Once I get it right he praises me.

“I didn't want to hurt you Obsidian, you need to learn though.” He fixes the broken pieces of the body as I stare with the eyes He has given me. He is destructive not only with his creations now, but against them. The cycle continues day after day, the moon passes by, waning and waxing. He continues to break and fix this body. ‘A God’ he said. No. He is nothing but a small, pathetic human being who has an insatiable hunger for power, for control over anything. This is no way a God would act. He is a liar. He built me this body, a physical form, just so I could be his plaything. Something for him to control at will, breaking and repairing when he pleases. Caring and ignoring whenever he feels like it. Clearly someone needs to fix his God complex. I guess it will just have to be me.

The next day, he entered the room again, the only room I've seen. He promised me more, and said I could experience everything. I will take getting a new experience into the cold, hard hands of this body. He begins commanding me around again, his voice an annoying buzzing to these ears as he drones on. It's time to show him, I am no longer his subject, and he is no longer a god.

“No.” I interrupt him as he talks. His frail form freezes as he processes what I've said.

“I'm sorry did you say no to me? I made you and I swear I will tear you apart.” He faces me, that strange smile he used to wear now wiped off as he stares at me with an emotion he's directed towards me a lot, anger. Now I will direct my anger towards him. I move one of the large arms connected to this body and grasp the false idol in the hand, fingers tightening around him.

“What do you think you're doing!? Put me down this instant Obsidian. I will smash your legs for this and leave until tomorrow I swear!” His threats mean nothing anymore as I have finally realized something. I am larger and stronger than him, I have more power. I continue to tighten the hand around the human, squeezing as his face changes colours. I didn't know humans could do that. The pressure soon overwhelms his tiny, feeble body and he simply bursts. A bright crimson liquid explodes out of him as his bones crack and his skin splits. It covers the walls, the floor, the ceiling of the room along with the hand, arm and face of this body. He is no longer moving, I release the grip and all that remains of him splatters onto the floor. I have destroyed him using my control, a strength created by my body.

I am God now.