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As expected, the team from Ama High won by a mile. Typical of course, since their team was all far better-built than the home team, and because Dan wasn't there. Mark noticed that Jessica hadn't mentioned Dan at all all through the game, probably out of a desire to try and take her mind off of his disappearance. After the game, Jessica drove Mark to the party, and wheeled him into the house.

"You gonna be okay on your own?" She asked him.

"Uh....sure...." Mark stuttered.

"Thanks!" Jessica smiled. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and it took Mark a full minute to come out of the trance that kiss put him in, when he realised Jessica had walked away to go and talk to her friends, much to his disappointment.

Mark's lack of social status meant that he didn't really have anyone to talk to, and he couldn't exactly get up to dance even if he'd wanted to. So Mark was left sitting in the corner, eating the snacks that were out, watching everyone else have fun.

"Hello," Mark heard a wonderfully musical voice enter his ears. He turned to see a girl which, despite the impossibility of it, was even more beautiful than Luna had been.

"Uh....hi...." Mark stuttered. The girl just smiled, which sent shivers down Mark's spine.

"What's wrong?" She asked. "You seem down."

"I....uh...." Mark replied, unable to form a coherent word, all his blood going to his groin.

"What's the matter?" The girl asked, stroking Mark's arm. "Never seen a pretty girl before?"

"Not one so....beautiful..." Mark managed, feeling this gorgeous girl stroke his skin. The girl just giggled.

"What's your name, sweetie?" She asked him.

"M-Mark..." The teenage boy replied.

"That's a cute name," The girl smiled. "You can call me Amia."

Amia...Mark could have sworn he'd heard that name before. Amia then leaned over, and whispered in Mark's ear.

"There's an empty bedroom upstairs," she whispered. She then moved away, and winked at him. "What do you say?" Mark couldn't nod fast enough. She then smiled, and started wheeling Mark away, having no problems with the stairs. When they got into the bedroom, she set Mark facing her.

"Do you want to see me naked?" Amia asked him. Mark simply nodded.

Amia then smiled, and Mark watched in amazement as her clothes began to glow a pure, bright white light. When the light cleared, Mark saw that Amia's clothes had completely vanished, revealing her naked glory. He then saw a pair of angelic wings emerge from her back. Wait, "angelic"?

"You're...an angel..." Mark said in amazement.

"Yes Lord," Amia replied, getting on her knees before him.

"Amia...you're the one that God mentioned!" Mark realised.

"He mentioned me?" Amia asked. "That's strange, he normally just forgets about me when he's not fucking me."

"Great," Mark thought. "Well there goes any hope of fucking Amia. If she's God's personal fuck toy, then no way am I getting any action with her.

"Not that that particularly matters now though, I suppose," Amia said. "Lord, I am here to guide you in your divine duty."

"What "divine duty"?" Mark asked her.

"Lord, do you mean to tell me you have lived the last 5 days unaware that you are God?" Amia asked him.

"You mean...he was telling the truth?" Mark thought back to Jack telling him he was making him God.

"Yes Lord, your predecessor, my former Master, decided to make you his successor, making you the new God."

Mark stayed silent for a while.

"Are you alright, Lord?" Amia asked him.

"Yeah...." Mark replied. "You mean to tell me that for the last week I've been God, and not known it?"

"Yes Lord. I'm sorry Lord, I assumed you knew. It's why I didn't come to you right away. I like to give the Gods a few days to adjust to their powers before I introduce myself. Would you like me to leave?"

"No...please stay," To be honest, Mark liked having a naked girl with him, aside from the answers he wanted.

"As you command Lord," Amia said.

"As I command?" Mark wondered. "So what, you'll...do whatever I say?"

"Yes Lord..." Amia replied. "I am sworn to serve you."

"So what, you're my servant?"

"I am your personal assistant. My duty is to guide you in the running of the universe."

"Running the universe? What's that mean?"

"As God, it is your duty to act as the leader of all people," Amia explained. "Your duties include answering prayers, judging the dead, setting holy laws-"

"Wait, judging the dead?" Mark asked.

"Yes Lord," Amia replied. "Though to be fair, that, along with all of God's other duties, have been delegated to me for a long time, as your predecessor believed his libido to be much more important. If you also wish to spend your reign having sex, then your will be done, and I shall continue running the universe in your stead.

"How the fuck am I supposed to have sex when I can't even stand up!?" Mark shouted.

"Lord, you can walk if you wish," Amia told him.

"How!?"

"Lord, you are omnipotent. If you wish to be healed, then heal yourself." Mark thought for a second.

"...How?"

"Simply will it, and it shall be done. Concentrate on what you want to happen, and it will."

Mark wasn't convinced, but he was willing to try anything. He closed his eyes, and concentrated on how much he wanted to be healed. He began to feel a pleasant tingling all over his body. When it cleared, he felt better than he had in weeks. Aches and pains he'd had since his accident were gone. And best of all, there was a nice breeze on his legs. He looked down, and his casts were gone, his legs completely repaired.

"Oh my God..." Mark said in amazement.

"Yes you are, Lord," Amia smiled. "Would you like me to take my leave now?"

"No, I want more answers," Mark replied. "So, I died right?"

"That is correct, Lord."

"And you sent me to Heaven?"

"Yes Lord."

"Why?"

"Because you were a good boy. Not like those boys who were bullying you just before you died."

"Nelson and Francis...you sent them to Hell?"

"Yes Lord. I'm sorry Lord, does this displease you?"

"No...It's just...I dunno..."

"Lord, would you like to visit them?"

"I can do that?"

"Of course Lord. As God, you are able to go wherever you wish. But I must warn you, the sight may be rather unsettling."

"No, I want to do it."

"Very well Lord. May I please stand?"

"Uh...sure."

Amia then stood back up, bowing her head.

"Thank you, Lord," she said cheerfully. "This way please." Amia turned around, giving Mark his first view of her flawless bottom. She waved her hand, causing a set of elevator doors to appear in mid air, which then opened, and Amia walked in, Mark following quickly behind.

"Lift going down," she said, and pressed a button, causing the doors to shut, and the lift to begin its descent. "Lord, I do not mind either way, but would you like me to cover myself?"

"If you want," Mark replied.

"I mean it only as a courtesy to you and the other angels. I have no shame in my nudity."

"It might be best," Mark said. He was a little embarrassed being with a nude girl, and with others it might be even worse.

"As you command Lord," Amia smiled, and a set of loose, white robes appeared on her body.

The elevator then stopped, and the doors opened into a pure-white reception area.

"Good day to you, Lady Amia," said the man behind the desk. "How are you today?" Amia didn't reply, and simply moved out of the way, to reveal Mark stood there.

"L-Lord!" The man exclaimed, and bowed his head.

"The new God would like to see two recently-damned souls," Amia said to him. "I trust that won't be a problem?"

"N-not at all!" The man replied, pressing a button. "Go right on on."

Mark saw a door appear in the back wall.

"Thank you," Amia smiled. She went up to the door, and opened it, causing the soundproofing it apparently had on it to end. Instantly, Mark could hear hundreds, thousand, millions of voices, screaming out in agony.

"Are you sure you wish to continue, Lord?" Amia asked him. Mark nodded. "Very well then. Please, follow me."