talking with a god 1

"were am i?"
"in my office of corse" he ancers in a flat calm voice
"then how did i get here?"
"the same way i made this place"
then he holds his palm face up and streached out infront of him and crome orbs aper and start to orbit and cyercle a lage one at its center
"i have all the powers of god"
"or the powers of satin the lier and ilusinist"
chuckls and makes it flowt above the desk like an odd ornimnt
"that to but his was more of an unmakeing and distroying power i prefer that of a maker and giver"
"what r u talking about?" u demand angrerly
"that may take some explaneing u may wish me to get to the point i have some thing to offer u"