Apparently, we can't have aneurysm inside an illusionary world, so I'll be okay
The hand of God stretched toward me, and I watched in horror and fascination as the dark third eye opened.
Ugh—this nauseating sensation again. I found myself stumbled forward and almost face-to-face with a deep, dark void before a strong grip pulled me back.
"Oh, thank yo—" I looked back and my voice got stuck in my throat, because the kid wasn't a kid anymore!
Still in a black suit—that meticulous, made-to-fit three-piece—and a red tie that was in the same color as his eyes, the Demon God was now a full-grown adult. Not just an adult, but looking like a middle-aged man; a very handsome one, in case you're curious, just like what I had thought how the kid would grow up. And now that I was closer, I could see that his pale skin had patterns on them, almost like an invisible tattoo.
Ah, so that was the alpha seed.
"Umm..."
"What?"