Ava

"I want Ava, my girlfriend." You try to steady your voice, knowing that it may end badly. You don't particularly like the way your hands are trembling, but there isn't much you can do about that.

"You are getting really tiresome with this 'I am loyal to you' bullshit. I am not testing you. I want you to enjoy yourself." She sounds genuinely irritated now. Not hurt. Irritated, annoyed that you have repeatedly refused a perfectly reasonable gift.

A pause. Deliberation. And then you jump straight in. "I don't know what or who you are, but you are not my girlfriend. She would never push anyone to rape. Either you changed so much that you are no longer her or... you are some magical prankster with your own goals."

"Are you an idiot?" A hiss of hers makes you shudder, there is something evil, almost demonic in it. "I am offering you fun and you respond with this? Do you really want to insult an omnipotent being, ruler of the universe?"

"Your omnipotence is merely a claim; there is no test I can devise to confirm or deny it. Same for you being Ava." You are a powerful... something; this much is obvious, but it is the only thing I know."

You stop yourself from saying more. There is a very real possibility that continuing this conversation is the stupidest thing you have ever done. But what exactly is the alternatives? Agree with her? Pretend that the person standing in front of you is your girlfriend? Accept that she can make you do whatever she wants

She stares at you for several seconds. "When did you become a fucking smartass? I am Ava!"

"A story of a random human randomly getting the maximum possible amount of power doesn't sound plausible. I don't believe you are her."

She stares at you. For a moment, her expression is almost comical: a mixture of disbelief and outrage, as if you have just questioned whether water is wet.

"Do you want me to recite our first date? Tell you what you were wearing? What you said when you thought I wasn't listening? I can tell you every single thing you've ever told me. "

"You know everything Ava knew. That doesn't mean you are her. Your powers allow that easily."

Her lips part slightly. "Oh, for fuck's sake... Stubborn moron! I really should disintegrate your body, mind and soul. My mortal tastes were idiotic; my nostalgia blinded me. I don't need a fucking loser like you to have fun... But you know what... Start worshipping your goddess now and I may, I repeat, I may decide to spare you and find some use!"

You look at her. There is no point pretending that the threat doesn't frighten you. Whatever she is, she has demonstrated enough power to make resistance seem absurd.

Still, something about the ultimatum bothers you more than the threat itself.

"Is that what you want?"

"What?"

"Worship. Obedience. Someone telling you how wonderful you are?"

"I want what I fucking deserve!"

"And what do you deserve?"

"Everything! Everything in existence belongs to me. Every person, every planet, every fucking star on every fucking dimension. I could have you replaced with a better version of yourself before you finished blinking. I could give you a thousand women, a thousand lifetimes of pleasure. I could make you the most powerful man in existence, second only to me."

"But you want me to worship you."

"I want you to appreciate me! Trust me!"

"There's a difference?"

"YES!"

Her shout makes the room tremble. Something cracks in the distance, and for a split second the air itself seems to recoil from her anger.

"I still can't know you are her!"

"Then..." the evil hiss returns again ", pretend that you believe. Now, tell me the name of a chick you will rape! I want to watch. And I will not take a no as an answer. Or you can test the patience of an omnipotent being for one last time!"