Gallatian: Cosmic Savior, Epilouge

I knew where I was before I even opened my eyes. Back where I had started. In front of the Creators, but this time they weren't cold and calculating. They seemed warm... and welcoming.

"Welcome..." they said... all at the same time... like last time... it was kind of annoying. "... and congratulations on defeating the Defender."

"What happens now?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're Creators, but it seems you created me for one purpose... what happens now?"

"That all depends."

"Thanks for the straight answer."

"We will answer any other questions. It's the least we can do."

"Alright... for starters: where are we?"

"We are speaking from within your mind."

"I guess that explains why I can talk normal... why do I talk like that?"

"It's a side effect of the auto-translation. Simply put: it makes you easier to translate?"

"Can you fix it?"

"No."

"But you're freaking gods! Why not?"

"We are Creators. That means we also have the weaknesses of creators. If you make a painting, do remake it changing one small detail?"

"No..."

"That's why."

"So what made the Defender go corrupt? Rogue programmer? Nuclear weapons? PURE EVIL!? My god it feel good to talk again!"

"Though your question trailed off. The answer is simple: us."

"What! Are you evil?!"

"No. You see it hurts to create new matter. Every. Time. So when one of our creations creates something... that could very well be the savior of the universe. We tried to use that potential and reprogrammed it. Though it sadly took the messages we gave it the wrong way. Much like you... but you didn't go rogue."

"That answer's not good enough."

"We are not perfect, Jeph."

"You should be. You're gods."

"Even gods aren't perfect."

"Story of my life."

"Now Jeph Wolfman, we have a question for you. Do you wish to die, or to continue as the universal savior?"

"You're giving me a choice."

"Yes. We trust you will do the right thing."

I thought "The right thing. Isn't that what I've been doing? I think so. Why stop now?"then I made the shortest decision ever.

"Yes, I will continue to save your creation."

"As expected. Now you might want to get back to Earth. You are needed."

"Wait needed? Needed for wh..." but the Creators faded away, and I found myself floating in space.

I thought "Earth? what's happening on Earth? Oh my god! All my friends and family. They're on..." and I was off speeding like a bullet. I was needed.