You are a God. You were there long before the God that rules the universe now, long before anything. You just floated around. Despite this and the trillions of decades that you've lived through, you are still a very mischievous and rowdy spirit.

Although no one knows of your existence, not even the one everyone calls God. But. There is Adam, a pesky and egotistical human soul, the first human soul. He had come across you one time when you were disguised as a demon in hell, and now he won't leave you alone. Honestly, he was okay, kept up with your humour, and wit, as long as you ignored the sexist remarks every so often.

Currently, you sit in his house while he plays his guitar, always enjoying a chance to show off, especially since you were a God that was here long before the one that had created him. You start fidgeting, wanting greatly to go out and explore heaven. However, you knew that if you did, God would sense your power, and you couldn't be arsed to explain everything to him.

Unfortunately, what neither you nor Adam knew was that God had intact sensed the unknown but incredible power in his land and had sent his Archangels to search for it, you.