The great creator, after finishing his great work on Earth, rested. Actually slept, for real, and has been at it ever since.
There was a time when humanity was truly losing the plot. The creator had made it clear that only he was to be worshipped, but many humans disagreed and worshipped whatever suited them.
Some brave angels — three, to be precise (there were four, but one pulled a nasty stunt and they figured it was best to remove him from the group) — had to wake him up, because Earth was a mess and humans were worshipping other gods. This annoyed him, though nothing compared to the deep, burning hatred of having been woken up.
He ordered everything destroyed without much ceremony. The angels tried to argue — that not every man, and that it was worth saving something and giving the righteous a chance. They asked how they should carry out the order, for they would never dare disobey or question beyond his own benevolence — and he, even more pissed off, said: "Hell if I know, fill the whole damn thing with water and let them sort it out. Don't wake me up again."
Some sorted it out, and the poor angels had very little time to come up with some excuse to try to salvage the work — but without disobeying the creator. Never.
After that, having not really solved much, they considered waking him again — things were still a complete mess — but thought better of it. The three worn-out angels thought and hatched a solid plan: they sent someone down to try to fix things, an immaculate entity, the creator's own offspring, and no one would doubt or question any teaching coming from such a kind and wise demigod. But not only did he fail to fix the situation and nobody understood a word the nice guy said — they nailed the poor fellow to a piece of wood.
The angels were not only deeply disappointed by the misunderstanding, but terrified of the earful the creator would give them — and for good reason, since he woke up from the noise coming from below. Luckily, he saved the nice guy and left him in peace up there.
"It's best not to wake him before he's had a proper rest. He might want to end it all, and this time it'll be for keeps," said Saint John, a nice guy and friend of the other nice guy, adding: "He locked himself in the room with seven locks and must have taken something — because the only way to wake him now is with trumpets — and he's going to be absolutely furious."
