More Lovely and More Temperate

Working title: o̸͜͝h ̶͞god͢ ̕͜oh ҉f̵̢uc͢k̶̨͘ ̨h̵̨̡e͜͏l̸p̶͠ 

A sequel to my 2021 April Fool's post--once again written by yearends while I put the image together.

This title comes from the second line of Shakespeare's Sonnet 18, which She decided was an appropriate contrast to the less-than-complementary title from last time.

The image I used is fanart of Jeanne d'Arc Alter (left) and Saber Alter (right) from Fate, done by Boa Sorte on Pixiv.

All persons depicted are fictitious, not owned by me (Fate is owned by Type-Moon), and above the age of 18.

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TRANSCRIPT:
It’s been a side project of mine ever since I ascended to find out just who gave me my powers--and, more importantly, my damned glowing eyes. I’ve yet to find a way to get rid of them, but if I could at least know why I have them I figured that would give me a sense of closure.
I searched every multiverse I could find, every mode of existence, talked to every other god I could contact. But none of them knew any better than I who might’ve done it.
I even made my best friend omnipotent, too. After all, two heads are better than one, and she knew just how much this has annoyed me, and so maybe she’d have some insight into it.
No such luck--and what’s worse, she’s got the same problem with her eyes that I do. But hey, at least I got to have fun toying with existence with my BFF!
Then, one day, I chanced upon a small anomaly in my own home universe. It looked--just for a moment--like there was something completely wrong with it, and my friend realized that if someone were to jump right at that exact moment, they’d go straight through the ceiling and land on the next floor.
So that got me thinking, especially since I could rule out any of our fellow gods as the cause, that there had to be something more going on. Imagine our surprise at what it was.
We weren’t real at all.
We were just fictional constructs, created by a pair of horny people in an "outer" reality, who had a fetish for beings like us.
They made us because they wanted to fuck us. Or maybe be us. Or both. And they’d made plenty more like us, and other people with the same fetish had made other characters, often for much the same reason.
And why had they made us? As a joke. One of them had a fetish for glowing eyes, and the other wanted to poke fun at it, and so they made us for that purpose. Well, they made me to do that, and then they made me make her all-powerful, too, just to add to their little laughfest.
The bane of my existence, the reason I can’t have the normal life I so desperately desire--and she can’t, either, now--I have because someone wanted to make a fucking joke.
But this pair of chucklefucks forgot one thing: they made us omnipotent. All-freaking-powerful. And they were so incredibly arrogant that they thought that it would be enough protection from our wrath to be "real" while we were "fictional".
Well, they know differently now.
We’re going about to all our friends, telling them where to look for the people who created them. I don’t think most of them will have too much to complain about; they’re mainly pretty happy. Honestly their creators can probably look forward to a pretty good time soon. But there’s a few who also want to give their makers an earful.
So just a word of friendly advice: if you make an omnipotent character, make sure they’ve got nothing to complain about.