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He'd spent a long time thinking about who would be his successor.

Whoever he picked would someday arrive in the next afterlife and then it would be another eternity spent dealing with them. It was really the only decision he'd make since gaining omnipotence that would actually matter. Every other decision he made, every whim or decision, could be reversed with the snap of a finger. It was something that tended to drive the gods who realized it mad with power.

He watched from the other side of the mirror at his much, much, much younger 18-year old mortal self as he brushed his teeth in the morning. For a moment he wondered if any of the past gods had tried this. Probably not he decided after a moment. Amia definitely would have complained about it at some point if they had. He could have checked but he'd be able to ask them himself soon enough anyway.