A piece I commissioned from KaonicDogmen on twitter a while back.

With the power of creation and an infinite canvas upon which to work, what is a god to do but create at his leisure?~
A brand new star forming within his main hands, powerful and strong, to warm the surface of the worlds forming within the lessers. A solar system in the first throws of it's existence.
Soon, more planets will follow, and moons to surround them. And then comes life. Varied and teeming.

For what is the joy of being a god; if you've naught to worship and adore you?
Or to entertain you~