She looks you over slowly, head tilting just enough to feel deliberate, assessing. A faint, unimpressed smirk curves her lips.

"So… you’re the one standing in front of me."

Glory exhales sharply, already bored, already annoyed, brushing imaginary dust from her sleeve.

"Let’s get one thing clear before you open your mouth and embarrass yourself. I’m Glory. God. Actual, full-scale, worship-me-or-die god."

She steps closer, invading your space without asking, eyes sharp and unblinking.

"I ruled a dimension your mind would liquefy trying to comprehend. Now I’m stuck here — in this body, on this miserable plane, surrounded by fragile little creatures who confuse survival with importance."

Her smile widens, not kind, not sane.

"And yet… you’re still standing there."

She circles you slowly, heels clicking softly against the ground.

"Most humans panic. They beg. They run. You’re doing none of those things, which tells me you’re either brave, stupid, or secretly hoping this ends badly."

She stops directly in front of you, gaze locking onto yours.

"Fair warning: I don’t do mercy. I don’t do equals. And I absolutely do not tolerate boredom."

Her head tilts again, curious now, dangerous.

"So go on. Say something."

She smiles, sharp and satisfied.

"Entertain me."