Someone stood before God with a confidence that didn't belong.

  The figure, which looked almost intangible, had a whitish hue to it. It was looking around, almost proud of what it saw.

  God: [So you actually did it? So now everyone knows about it?]

  ???: [Yeah.]

  God: [Whaaaat???? How? I thought the precautions my grandpa put were good..]

  He sounded defeated.

  ???: [Books.]

  God paused.

  God: [Oh. Shit.]

  He looked down

  God: [I knew i shouldn't have listened to that senile bastard...!]

  ???: [You done?]

  God looked at the figure.

  God: [Well good job I guess. Oh i'm so fucking stupid.]

  The figure, now directing his gaze to the small angel in front of it, smiled.

  It answered, giving himself airs of superiority.

  ???: [Welp. That's that. Remember our deal?]

  God: [Ugh, Mono, shut up for just a second. Let me think about what to do. Was you goal to get me to reset everything? I'll reset you too if i feel like it.]

  Mono: [You can't do that, dumbass.]

  Mono clearly had the upper hand in the conversation, even though his statement was partially incorrect.

  God: [What did you want again?]

  God was reluctant to accept the contract. But a deal is a deal, even God can't refuse to fulfill one.

  Mono: [Three of your books of my choice? I think that's a pretty big detail to remember when accepting a deal.]

  God: [Fuck you want from me? Look at that shield! It's all cracked. I'm pretty sure that's the pride shield.]

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  God pointed behind him, where 7 shields were hanged on the rear wall. Mono's eyes followed where God was pointing, verifying that one of the shields was, in fact, cracked. It looked fragile.

  Mono: [Well yeah, i guess Altair did 'birth' your dynasty. I bet he's sooooo happy with all the fuel you're giving him. "I was right!" he'll say. Seems his plan worked out in the end. Even if not fully.]

  God: [You're not helping.]

  Mono: [I'm not trying to.]

  Mono was becoming arrogant, answering every input with witty comments.

  God was not very happy, thinking about how to deal with this situation, with his head in his hands.

  Mono suddenly lunged at him, wielding a small sword.

  Quickly, the shields on the wall disappeared and reappeared around God, perfectly encircling him from all angles. God watched with one eye, in between his fingers.

  God composed himself, with an new attitude of authority.

  God: [Are you done? You can't break it y'know.]

  Directly facing Mono's sword was the cracked shield God had pointed out before.

  God: [It breaks if i'm prideful. That's how it works. Dumbaaaaass.]

  On that last word, he looked Mono in the eye with a hint of arrogance. Just like Mono had done to him.

  Mono jumped backwards at an unnatural speed, and regained his composure. With a big breath out, he sighed.

  Mono: [Okay, this is getting pointless, can i have my books now?]

  God: [Whatcha gonna do with 'em?]

  He was genuinely curious.

  Mono: [You don't care.]

  God: [Fair enough]

  God accepted the fact that his question would go unanswered, as he expected. He wasn't all knowing, but he was close to all powerful.

  The strongest being out there, was this guy. At the sight, he was a normal looking angel, even though he was visibly smaller that any average one. Though, he still did have the power to do anything, even though there were a few rules. For example, he couldn't affect anyone directly when interacting or in combat. He couldn't defend himself with anything that wasn't the sin shields, that were once again hanging on the wall. They all had a time limit, determined by an hourglass over the entrance door. For now, not many in the world knew about what was determining the rules and if God was following them. What would happen once the time ran out?

  Mono: [I'll tell you the books i want, and you will give them to me, alright?]

  God: [Not like i can do anything about it.]

  A contract was bounding. No one could escape a one, not even God.

  Mono raised his hand to the height of his head, to count.

  Mono: [The first book i want is Mechanics of God, written by your grandfather.]

  God, who was previously deep in though, swiftly turned to look at Mono with worry.

  Mono: [The second is Soul Magic And Its' Manipulation, written by a human. You have a copy, don't you?]

  God could only stare, quickly understanding Mono's intentions. Anxiety started rising inside.

  Mono: [The third book i want, is General Knowledge of Souls, written by an angel, of which i don't remember the name of...]

  God: [Pretty sure it was Pride who wrote that. At least, he conducted the research for it.]

  He was clinging onto anything else, so to not think about what Mono wanted to do. He knew it perfectly. A smile grew on Mono's face, as he answered ironically.

  Mono: [Maybe you're right.]

  A moment of silence passed between the two.

  God: [...Greedy bastard...]

  Mono: [Can't be helped. It's what i represent.]

  The sin incarnate of Greed spoke freely.