"Dark. Too dark." Deadpool immediately mocked God's remarks. He shook his head, exchanged a look with the Mouse beside him, who had remained silent all this time, and said, "You just want to see people's hemorrhoids bleeding like rivers, don't you?"
He was implying—through a disgusting quip—that Elaine was talking nonsense. Deadpool was not stupid; he had seen it clearly.
If this girl truly did not care as she claimed, then why had she shown up here today? Had she eaten too much and gone for a walk, only to happen upon this place? Then why had The Void and The Source not come out for a stroll as well?
The answer was simple. The Void truly did not care; it was simply waiting for All Things Return to Nothingness. As for The Source, it had dumped all responsibility onto Cousin. Who told him to carelessly take the Origin Codex? If he gained benefits, he had to pay the price. That was how the universe itself operated.
So Lucifer and Elaine had both appeared on God's side. The former was here for humanity's survival, but what was the girl here for? Could she not simply trust her uncle with this? Especially when she had already guessed that Deathstroke had contingency plans for everything?
Thinking it through, the answer became clear. Elaine knew that none of Deathstroke's contingency plans benefited Christianity. Lucifer, as a pansexual, might pose a risk as well. If she wanted the faith power supplied endlessly by believers to continue flowing in the future, she had to come to the battlefield herself. Only then could she keep things under control.
She might look like an underage middle school girl in her teens, but she was still God. She had defeated that old man and replaced him; she was