A new universe, not yet created.

John opens his eyes and sees nothing, blinking quickly to clear them and looking around frantically, he is terrified to realised he can’t even see himself. Preparing to take a deep breath, he becomes conscious of the fact that he doesn’t seem to need to breathe. Calmer now, it clicks in his head, the device has worked. This universe is truly new, no plants, no stars, not even any light to see by. Deciding that something is more interesting than nothing, John decides to create the universe.

Expecting there to be a big explosion of starts and matter and galaxies John is a little disappointed to find that these have simply sprung into existence fully formed. Gazing around, he figures best to start with what he knows and creates the Sun and Earth to play around with. Hoping that his powers have taken care of any other details for the rest of creation to be stable, John teleports himself to out in the Moon’s orbit to observe the planet. It is effortless for him to be able to perceive all of the activity happening down on the surface, not quite like seeing through his eyes, but almost like simply being present in every moment all at once.

John had always fancied having his try at ruling an ancient kingdom, so he visualises the Earth with various tribes of people. Checking in on them, he is dissatisfied to find that he hasn’t gone quite far enough forward in time. A quick flick of the wrist later and he is happy to see many small towns and villages have popped up around the planet.

Not wanting to cheat his fantasy too much, he zaps himself down to the surface into a small village, deciding to find out more about what life is like for his creations. As the townspeople panic and initially flee from his sudden appearance, John groans, he had forgotten magic would probably have this effect. Another small gesture and the people are now instead falling to their knees in worship. The aura exerted by John’s presence is currently too much for him to blend in well, and he’s still wearing the same plain jeans and t-shirt he was this morning. Resolving to choose a more suitable set of attire later, John asks the nearest kneeling villager – an average looking middle aged man – to explain a bit about this place to him. Shaking, the villager just wordlessly points to a man emerging from the largest building, possibly a church or a town hall. Based on the slightly fancier garb and round paunch to his belly John presumes this to be the mayor of this small town.

The mayor struggles in John’s presence, but does manage to show him around the town. The mayor at least is eager to impress, rattling off the names of the various surrounding landmarks, all of them some form of ‘John’ or John derivative. John is quite bored with how plain this village is proving to be, and how little adventure must apparently come their way from the lack of stories of large predators. As the mayor leads him back to the centre of town, John finds himself supressing a yawn when he is taken aback by a glimpse of a young maiden by the well. She has a short dark bob and wide expressive brown eyes, this may just be the most beautiful woman in history considering what a short amount of time it has been from John’s point of view. The way she is cooling herself with a large ladle of water, dribbles of cold running down her noticeable bosom makes her his favourite part of the tour.

Brushing off the mayor, who breathes a sigh of relief that he hasn’t angered his deity too badly, John wanders over to this fair lass, trying to think up a clever pun to impress her before remembering he is quite literally the God of everything. John stops just a short distance in front of her and clears his throat.

“Oh Lord.” She falls to her knees, kowtowing herself in his divine presence. At this point, John is becoming awfully sick of all of this worship from people struggling to even stand in his presence. The woman tries in vain to put on some charm, but fails hopelessly to find enough confidence, her eyes staring at the ground “Oh Lord… Oh Lord…” She mutters over and over until her curiosity gets the better of her and her eyes start trailing up his heavenly body, gaze settling at his crotch. “Oh Lord.”

John didn’t think he was that well hung but having achieved his goal of subduing her with his holy charms, decides what to do next.