In Another World as My Waifu #1: Brave New World and the Fallen Prince(ss)

Chapter 6: The blessing of the gods

The people of the world I created know me by many names and many, many faces. Some are similar to my one true self, while others simply describe but a part of me. Yet, for those very people, I am both a matter of debate and a justification to spill blood. But that is not their fault. None of it is, for they do not know what has been forgotten.

There was a time when I was immature and forceful. I had created a world filled with many different beings, all capable of free thought and feeling, and yet... I did not know what to do with them. I was brash, foolish, emotional, to the point that I unwittingly pushed them onto the path that I wished for them to avoid.

And when I tried to fix it by using my powers, I abused them. I erased those who were problematic in an exemplary manner, making a show for all to see. I unleashed calamities untold, cataclysms unknown, and monsters unseen to force them, to make them understand what the right path was to walk on.

It did not work as I intended. Not at all. Instead, my actions became a toxic influence on the beings I created. One that I foolishly encouraged by making yet another mistake. Like my friend, the Goddess Nerinne, I tried to talk to them, but it backfired horribly.

My words were deliberately misinterpreted by the one I thought to be worthy of my trust and used them for their own means, turning them into the justifications they needed to commit many, many bloody acts. And the influence of those words can still be felt to this day.

Those people... My children all... I made them to be free, only to then try and chain them. It is obvious they would stray, that they would hurt the world I made for them just as I hurt them. As a result, the damage from that is something that makes even other gods weep to this day, for they see in my world a possible future for their own.

Sadly, such a thing is common, given that many of us share the same ideas for the beings we end up creating, as it is more efficient that way. Although, it is not a rule nor an obligation, much less a law. Take the world of my friend, for example. Arte is populated by various humanoid species capable of rational and emotional thought just like my world, Earth, once did in a now forgotten time. For the most part, they coexist with one another while taking care of the world they live in. On the other hand, Earth was different. Rather than coexist with them, Humanity blamed them for the calamities, the cataclysms, the monsters, everything, and attacked them. Thus, guided by the greed and the vicious way of thinking my hubris created, they... they exterminated every other race.

The Refulgent Wars, they called them. Wars waged in one of my many names using my words as justification for their acts. I tried to intervene, but once again, my acts were willingly misinterpreted, and my words misheard, twisted to fit their narrative. And so, the world that once had known various races turned into a world that was dominated by just one. The balance was thrown out, lopsided...

Meanwhile, magic went from being a vibrant aspect of the world, to one on its death throes. And I... I was left with no other choice but to watch from afar. It was only then that I realized that it was too late to guide them to a different path.

But there was still some hope left. As it is bound to happen with freedom, different voices started to come up from inside of humanity. Some got free from the way of thinking my foolishness had birthed and found the truth in my words. It was beautiful. Change. A force that even I, Yawue, could not stop.

In these recent years, I have seen so much progress, so much growth, that my hope for a different path has been reignited. And maybe, after some more centuries, I will be able to tell the remnants of those who were exterminated that it is safe to go back to the surface. That they would be accepted, and even loved so dearly that it could erase those horrible memories. Hopefully.