The images I used are of either two unnamed busty goddesses or a good and evil version of the same goddess, done by kloah on Pixiv (21st and 22nd images).
All persons depicted are fictitious, not owned by me, and above the age of 18.
Thanks to Akane, madokaaaaaaaaaaaa, and OmniScribbler for beta reading and additional contributions.
LEFT TRANSCRIPT:
I am the goddess of this universe--its creator, its mother, its protector. I nurture the life within and watch it all grow. There is truly no greater joy than seeing one's own creation find their place in life and make something of it. It can be difficult to see so many come and go over the eons, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
With so much space for so much life to flourish, it's inevitable that problematic elements arise. I guide them all with the gentlest of touches to illustrate the error of their ways. More often than not, they are ready to reintegrate into their society before long. No one is truly, incorrigibly evil. Anyone can be redeemed.
I would be living my best life, if she wasn't around--one who insists on interfering. She can't understand the value of balance and harmony. No empathy in her at all. Despite all her power, she can't fathom being in someone else's shoes.
It takes close to all I have to keep her in check. She could try and break free at any time. Even the slightest falter on my part could mean the difference between this universe's continued existence and its destruction. Fortunately for the universe, I have a plan to pacify her once and for all.
RIGHT TRANSCRIPT:
I am the goddess of this universe--its creator, its empress, its mistress. I rule over the life within and watch it all bend to my whims. It's my plaything, my toy. There are few joys greater than reveling in their panic over how unfathomable and almighty I am compared to them.
I maintain peace via my indomitable will. No one dares rebel against me, with a fate so horrifying that they would beg for death--futilely, of course. I don't believe in redemption. If I want you to suffer, you will suffer horribly. No matter who you are, I'm superior to you, so you should expect nothing less.
I would be living a perfect existence... if it weren't for her--one who insists on getting in my way. She can't seem to grasp my objective superiority. As they say, if you have it, flaunt it! The idea that I shouldn't treat what's rightfully mine as such is so absurd that it can't be taken seriously.
It's so exhausting dealing with her all the time. She thinks she has absolute control and nothing to worry about. Naturally, she's a naive fool. Fortunately for me, she'll be a remorseful fool soon enough....
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