“Don’t mind Light, he’s always a bitch.”

“Fucking virgin.”

Day since Ruin was born of how do I kill my son without upsetting my wife?

“Day too many of why does the human race support that unfortunate coincidence of the cosmos called my son.”

Therapist: It’s okay god, Ruin isn’t everywhere at all times watching over every human. Ruin, being everywhere at all times watching over every human:

•he may actually have some minor trauma—•

“I’m tired of Ira treating that thing like she popped it out of her vagina, his birth was as unnatural as himself.”

“It’s all just tiring.”

“That boy will learn soon enough, and I’ll be there to laugh over it.”

•Removes the ‘4’ tile from his ‘hours Salem has gone without bitching about her creators’. Progress.•

“Is now the time to admit Salem and her verbal tantrums are the real punishment we gave humanity or?”

Dark and Light texting

Darkness is the type of father to expect rent from his kids when they’re 12

•Each day he witnesses the either annoying existence of Ruin or Truth’s odd mannerisms he’s reminded of the that unanswerable question of ‘why did I have these fucking things?’•

“I would kill myself but then Salem wins.”

“But honestly that sounds fine at this rate.”

Nothingness, just as it should’ve been. Darkness, the emptiness of it all is soothing.

The reality is Ruin fucking terrifies him and he’s well aware this end is far less horrid than whatever he does to other deities

Cause of death: Vored by son.